PWP 3: Strength Of A Woman - James Shark vs. Audrey James

The video starts off with a dark screen. Bold large white text appear on the screen with a picture.




The words fade and the screen disappears, the scene then opens up in an empty cemetery in Philadelphia Pennsylvania. The camera begins to pan around the graves and tombstones, shining a light on each name.

Suddenly, the light shines on a figure blocking one of the tombstones. As the camera pans upwards, the figure is revealed to be none other than James Shark himself.

A cocky grin forms around his face as he leans forward towards the camera and begins to whisper.

JAMES SHARK: Waddup yall, you see… we out here in this grave site after hours. Call it breaking the rules and disturbing the dead, but I call it something different. I call it crossing the line…

The grin on his face appears to grow much bigger as he steps to the side and allows the camera to reveal the tombstone behind him. There is a huge hole in the ground right in front of it with a shovel nearby. It is obvious that Shark has dug up the grave.

As the camera pans back towards Shark, he begins to look around, making sure nobody is around as him and his camera crew isn’t supposed to be here. He then walks back towards the camera, continuing to keep his voice low.

JAMES SHARK: See, I call this “crossing the line” cause ever since me and Audrey started our little Twitter beef, all I’ve been hearing from people was that I was going too far. Going too far with what? Just words? If they thought my tweets were bad… wait till they see this.

James flashed an evil look on his face as he took a step forward, pulled down his pants along with his boxers and crouched down into a squatting position.

JAMES SHARK: I always said actions speak louder than words…. Ughhh….feels good to let all this out.

The camera focused onto Shark’s face as he made funny faces, obviously trying to be funny and get under Audrey’s skin even more as he began to take a shit in Audrey James’s grandmothers grave. He then looked at his watch.

JAMES SHARK: Damn… 2AM in the fucking morning. No wonder… I mean… morning dumps feel so good but smell so bad.

He covered his nose and shook his head. After a minute or two, he reached forward and grabbed sheets of paper, showing them off to the camera.

JAMES SHARK: I be needing something to wipe my ass, so over here I have Audrey James’s birth certificate. Don't ask how I got it, but just know that yall might as well call me Chuck Matthews cause right now I'm the smartest man in wrestling.

Without hesitation, he took the certificate and began to wipe his ass a few times while looking directly at the camera. When he was done, he threw the certificate into the hole and put his pants back on.

JAMES SHARK: Now that? That was soft. I know I’m already receiving a bunch of hate mail and the media is already typing out reports as I speak but seriously? This shit is light. What I’m going to do to Audrey? Now THAT is going to be horrible.

James walked forward, getting real close to the camera.

JAMES SHARK: Audrey James, take this as a fucking lesson. I’m not your friend, I’m not looking forward to this match and you should never ever trust people in this business. The fact that I was able to play it nice with you then turn the tables just like that was so funny. For 10 seconds of me playing it nice on Twitter with you, I was able to gather so much information that you just handed over to me. One, being your grandmothers passing, Two being that you felt like I brought up a good point when I said you never faced males in your whole career AND three, coming to know that all that trash talk you made was you talking out of your ass.

He shook his head and began to clap for her.

JAMES SHARK: Bravo Audrey. Great fucking job you dumb fuck. No wonder you’re not even sending out anymore tweets. I mean what’s the point if you already admitted that it was all talk on your part? Nobody will take them seriously.

JAMES SHARK: I’m not a good trash talker, I’m just good at telling the truth. You are nothing more than a Vixxen Title losing, testosterone taking, bull face looking, bitch ass cock sucker. I don’t like you and this shit is personal between you and me, I made it that way. What are you going to do about it? Nothing at all.

JAMES SHARK: PWP 3, Strength of a Woman. Audrey… you’re a chick in this match on a special night where PWP is dedicating to the women. You know what that means? That means you have a lot of support being the underdog but a shit load of support for just being a female. I guess what I’m trying to say is…the story in the co-Main event is simple….

JAMES SHARK: Everyone wants to root for you Audrey, but nobody wants to bet on you. They would all LOVE for you to shut up the big bad “disrespectful bully” just as much as they would all ENJOY to watch you defeat the bad guy. There’s only one problem with that…

He paused for a few seconds before continuing.

JAMES SHARK: This isn’t a fairy tale nor is it a fucking movie. You’re not going to get what you want and neither are they.

JAMES SHARK: it didn’t have to go down this way Audrey. You didn’t have to be fed to a Shark but you can thank Duncan for that. I want you to know that before our match, I’ll light your ass a candle and I’ll say a prayer for you to come out of this match in one piece, good condition, with no real injuries.

He slowly turned around and looked down at the hole he had dug, looking down at her grandmother’s grave.

JAMES SHARK: I stand before your grandmother’s grave and I really do say “Rest In Peace” but although Ima pray for you and all that…. It really won’t matter, because… well…

He took a step to the side and motioned for the camera to focus on the grave beside her grandmother’s, once the light shined on the grave, it appeared to have the name “Audrey James” on it.

JAMES SHARK: Just like your bitch ass grandmother who was never proud of you, died, you’re next.

Another evil grin appeared on his face as the scene slowly faded to black.

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Sweat dripping down my forehead, hands shaking, stomach hurting.

There was no doubt in my mind that I was nervous right now. As I looked myself in the mirror that was across the room, I could see it, just like I could spot it out on any opponent.

I could see it in my eyes, I could see it in the way I was standing, everything about me just told me that I was a nervous wreck and that I just needed to calm down.

How could I though? This was by far the biggest moment of my life.

Never have I ever been as nervous as I am now. Being nervous is normal, I’ve been nervous for matches before. Matches with rivals, matches where I was in the Main Event, matches where the championship was on the line. I even had a few matches where my damn career was on the line, but still, none of those nights compared to how I was feeling tonight.

Part of me was even asking myself If I could go actually go through with this.

“Shark, hey man, you ready? It’s time?”

Now I felt like I wanted to puke.

JAMES SHARK: How the fuck is it time? We just got here.

“Nah man, stop playing. You been here for hours, now let’s get you out there!”

JAMES SHARK: Hours? What?

Was it really that bad to the point where time went by that quick? God damn

“Knock it off Shark, you look good, relax, let’s go”

And just like that, before I could react, it was as if I teleported. There I was in front of a large group of people all staring at me. I knew almost everybody in here, they all looked so happy to be sitting before me. I took my attention away and began to walk forward, passing everybody by as they flashed me their warm smiles.

I stood beside the priest and ignored the stare of death he was giving me as I tried my best to stay positive. Now that I was out here, things didn’t seem so bad. Just as began to feel a bit comfortable, I saw her, walking down the aisle with her father.

She looked absolutely amazing, including her dress and her hair. Brooklyn motherfucking Carter, the love of my life, and the most beautiful woman I’ve ever laid my eyes on. Including right now, she was just out of this world.

We locked eyes and gave each other smiles, this was it, the night we’ve been waiting for.

Suddenly, out of nowhere, I felt like someone had just spilt something all over the back of my head. I turned around to see the priest splashing holy water all over me.

PRIEST: May the power of Christ compel you! May the power of Christ compel you! Be gone evil spirit!

JAMES SHARK: Woah, woah, hey fuck off bruh, the fuck you doing??

My profanity seemed to just get him that much more excited, he grabbed the holy bible, lifted it up in the air and turned it into one of those nightsticks that cops used. Man oh man did I ever hate those things, I had bad experience with those damn sticks including the cops.

Before I could say anything or try and calm the crazy asshole down, he whacked me right in the face with it. Hitting me over and over again repeatedly.

JAMES SHARK: OW SHIT, BITCH OUCH, GET OFF ME YOU HOLY FUCKER!!!!!

“Wow, seriously? Calm down”

After hearing the woman’s voice, I realized that the pain had stopped… as a matter of fact, I felt no pain at all. I opened my eyes to realize that I was just in bed.





“You had another one of those dreams, didn’t you?”

I looked over to my bedroom door and there was Maria. Well… Maria wasn’t actually her REAL name, it was just a name me and Brooklyn called her. She was our house keeper, but she wasn’t even Mexican.

JAMES SHARK: Man, I don’t know why I’m getting them. That one felt too fucking real yo, one day I’m going to piss my pants or something.

MARIA: Then that would be considered a wet dream. Aren’t you too old to be having those?

JAMES SHARK: Shut yo ass up fool.

I grabbed a pillow from my bed and tossed it right at her, she caught it before it could hit her face. She walked over to the bed and placed tossed the pillow over me.

MARIA: Anyways, I just came up here to check on you. Brooklyn is being a sweetheart and making you breakfast. She wanted me to wake you but I guess you’re already awake….

I shook my head and puffed my pillow, pulling the blanket over to my shoulder and getting comfortable, closing my eyes.

JAMES SHARK: Nuh uh, I’m going back to sleep yo

MARIA: And having another nightmare?

She got me there. I groaned out loud and sat up on the bed, rubbing my eyes and stretching out my arms.

JAMES SHARK: Yea, yea, yea ok. Yall motherfuckers win, tell her I’ll be down in 10 minutes.

Maria nodded her head at me and walked out of the room. I shook my head and got out of the bed. I clicked the radio on and turned the volume up. It was already on the one channel I listened to, a wrestling channel. It talked about rumors and news, it was just something that I liked to listen to while I was doing other things.

All I could hear from it right now was some funky ass music playing, this told me that they were on break. I made my way to the bathroom and began to wash my face to wake myself up and get that sleepy look off of my face.

“Well, James Shark is now back to the spot he loves the most.”

JAMES SHARK: What a coincidence. They be saying my name as soon as I turn the damn radio on.

Actually, no, it wasn’t a coincidence.

I knew how to get people talking and that’s exactly what I did with every single thing I’ve been doing and saying to Audrey. The hype that I have generated for this match has been huge, so huge that it’s even going outside the wrestling world.

People who aren’t even wrestling fans now wanted to watch this match to see the “little white girl” beat up and shut up the “big bad black bully”.

“Point the finger at him and call him the bad guy because that’s exactly what he wants. He is not only getting the most hate in wrestling right now but also making headlines outside the wrestling world, where all sorts of celebrities and respectable names are reacting to his antics towards PWSi vixxen Audrey James.”

“Did anyone see the video he posted on Youtube? Disgusting”

“I think it was genius”

“I’m going to have to agree with him on that one. I mean, it’s working, he’s in her head now. He’s already coming into this match having beaten Audrey mentally.”

“Yeah because he’s an immature jerk that doesn’t know when to stop, I understand trash talking, it comes with the sport, but what he’s been doing crosses the line. Making fun of the dead? That has to be some sort of unwritten law, it’s something you just don’t do. He’s also wished cancer upon the girl, it’s right there on his Twitter Page, he hasn’t even deleted it.”

JAMES SHARK: Why the fuck am I going to be deleting it? I don’t regret anything I said, fuck it. We’re going to fight, therefore I’m going to keep spitting fighting words without giving a fuck.

“Do you think that was so genius guys? That stuff isn’t funny. We could all relate to a family member passing so why don’t you two put yourselves in Audrey’s position?”

“Look, James Shark knows what he’s doing. This isn’t even the first time he’s done stuff like this. It wasn’t too long ago where he told Fizz, who was pregnant at the time, that he would kick her in the stomach. He said that to her because he said that her babies would kill themselves anyway growing up with parents like her and Stefan”

“Exactly, and I don’t know how he can continue to get away with this stuff. It’s as if his employers condone it. As for what he said to Fizz? I wonder how he would feel if someone spoke that way to Brooklyn who is pregnant. I’d like to see how he’d react.”

JAMES SHARK: Okay now you got stupid.

I shook my head and spat the toothpaste on the sink, allowing the water to wash it away. I walked over to the radio and shut it off. I didn’t want to hear any of that stuff. I guess I really didn’t follow the rule: “don’t do unto others that you wouldn’t want done unto you”

Because if somebody insulted Brooklyn or threatened her like that… I would be in jail for life. I would kill that person and make sure they’d die a slow and painful death. She meant that much to me.

As for going personal with Audrey in that fashion, I honestly didn’t even mean half the shit I said to her.

Did I mean it when I said that I was better than her? Yes
When I said that PWSi sucks ass? Of course
When I said this match was going to be easy? Fuck yeah

The only stuff that I really didn’t mean was all the personal bullshit, however, did that mean that I felt bad about saying it? No.

I chose to get personal with her because I felt like she went there first. She came at me with the type of approach that I just fucking hate with a passion. Instead of being creative and using her brain, she went with something that almost every single person turns to, not just to me, but in general.

Her bitch ass went with the “Who are you?” approach.

The approach where you don’t care how good that person is, how much of a bigger name they are, you will just act like a complete fucking moron and pretend that you have no clue who they are because fuck them! That’s why.

I hated that.

I held more titles in one year than Audrey could ever hold in her entire life. I’ve fought opponents in different companies and beaten their best guys whereas Audrey was used to the safety of her own company and was going to be doing an inter-promotional match-up for the very first time which was now….. but yet she can act like this super popular hoe that had no clue who I was?

Fuck that.

How the hell is she going to say she doesn’t know me?

I didn’t know her! If she was going to play ‘stupid fucking idiot that has no communication with the outside world’ then that was fine. She could pretend all she wanted to but she would be reminded as to who I am on the 26th.

She would learn that day. I plan on giving her the education her parents should’ve given her, as well as the ass beating they should’ve put on her.

MARIA: SHARK! what the hell man? Brooklyn’s going to kill me, she really thinks I let you sleep or something. You said 10 minutes, it’s been 20.

I looked at Maria with a confused look on my face before slowly turning my head over to the clock. I couldn’t believe that she wasn’t over exaggerating.

MARIA: That dream is still on your mind huh?

I smiled back at her and nodded my head, there was no way in hell I was going to admit that I was sitting here thinking about this match the entire time.

MARIA: Okay well come on, before Brooklyn kills us both.

She chuckled as we both left the bedroom and began to walk down the stairs, making our way over to one of the kitchens. I couldn’t believe that it had actually been twenty minutes up there, it didn’t even feel like five had gone by.

The reality was that I liked to play things off as if this match wasn’t on my mind but it was. I liked to play things off as if Duncan fucked Audrey over but the truth was that he did her a favor, it was me that he fucked over.

He gave Audrey the biggest opportunity of her live with not only the biggest name she has ever faced, but one of the biggest names in the sport. However, what did he do for me? Absolutely nothing

This was a WIN-WIN situation for her and a LOSE-LOSE situation for me.

If Audrey wins this match, her whole life changes, she pulls the biggest upset in history and everybody knows who she is. If she loses this match, then at least she gets the experience of facing one of the best and nobody really gives her shit for it, because they were expecting her to lose anyways.

It’s a WIN-WIN.

For me, I lose and my career could quite possibly be over. James Shark not only loses after ALL the smack talk but loses to a girl who is nothing more than a rookie from a small company. If I win? Who really gives a shit? I won an easy match and I’ll still get nothing but criticism for it.

It was a LOSE-LOSE.

This match had to be on my mind. I could tell the world that I wasn’t motivated, that I wasn’t going to be training much and that this match was just “whatever” but that was all talk. I was taking this match very seriously because I put myself in Audrey’s shoes.

This is her chance, this is her opportunity. If I was in that position, I would fight my fucking ass off and leave it all in the ring. A person approaching a match like that is fucking dangerous and with all the stuff I said about her grandmother, I was sure that she was going to be coming into this match like a fucking psycho.

I couldn’t take her lightly and I had to respect her in that ring. Then again, she would never know that and I would never admit it to the public.

BROOKLYN CARTER: Eww, look who’s here!

The first thing I noticed on Brooklyn as she walked over to me was that big pregnant belly of hers. I swear I was amazed each and every day that I saw it. It was not only a reminder of how far we’ve come along but also that we were about to be a family.

BROOKLYN CARTER: Yuck

She backed a few steps away from me after we kissed, I rolled my eyes because I already knew what she was going to say. She had these jokes on repeat….

BROOKLYN CARTER: Morning breath.

JAMES SHARK: Maaaan, that shit stay getting old

BROOKLYN CARTER: Then brush your teeth!

JAMES SHARK: I did yo!

I lifted my right foot up into the air and brought it down to the floor, foot stomping hard, all she could do was laugh at me and shake her head, nodding her head over to the plate of pancakes that were on the table.

BROOKLYN CARTER: So you better go eat those before I change my mind and eat them myself.

JAMES SHARK: What you aint eat yet?

MARIA: She ate like three plates of those.

I looked back at my plate, there had to be about six pancakes on it, piled up on each other. I shook my head in disgust, just picturing Brooklyn in my head stuffing pancakes in her mouth and eating 18 pancakes.

JAMES SHARK: What a fatass yo damn

Maria laughed as Brooklyn back handed my arm.

BROOKLYN CARTER: Douchebag cunt nigger face. You know that I’m eating for three.

JAMES SHARK: There you go again blaming the twins as if they the ones that got the appetite.

BROOKLYN CARTER: Ugh, are you going to eat it or not?

I looked down at the plate again. I was hungry and all but then again, Brooklyn made this. That wasn’t me saying she was a bad cook, that was me asking myself if I wanted to take the risk…

JAMES SHARK: I don’t know… did you do anything to it?

Me and Brooklyn had a war going on between ourselves, a prank war. We used to keep track of the score but now it was up in the air, the pranks had come in so much numbers that we both lost count, because of that, it caused us both to be on each other’s throats about who was winning and who was losing.

BROOKLYN CARTER: Wow, I didn’t have to make you some, but I was thinking of you and wanted to do something nice….

She slowly put her head down and put on a sad look on her face as she grabbed the plate and began to take it away, I quickly walked over to her and took the plate back.

JAMES SHARK: Nah! Don’t be like that yo, my bad, I was just-

BROOKLYN CARTER: Being mean

JAMES SHARK: Come on, last time you made me something it damn near gave me a heart attack.

BROOKLYN CARTER: But I told you already, I didn’t put the spider there!

MARIA: Awee James, you’re afraid of spiders?

JAMES SHARK: Shut the fuck up yo, am not, and don’t call me James

BROOKLYN CARTER: Look, he’s all angryspice now.

They both laughed out loud as I walked back on over to the table with my plate of pancakes. I pulled up a chair as they both watched me.

JAMES SHARK: Yall just going to stare at me and watch me eat?

MARIA: I’m waiting for you to tell us all about this new dream you had today.

I gave myself a face palm as Brooklyn’s eyes brightened up.

BROOKLYN CARTER: YAY! Did you dream about our wedding again??

All my dreams have been about our wedding, surely that had to mean something. I was obviously excited about it. The only fucked up part was that in every one of these dreams, I somehow died.

JAMES SHARK: Yea… and I died again.

Brooklyn tried her best not to laugh as I shook my head at her, she made it so obvious.

BROOKLYN CARTER: Was it the priest again?

JAMES SHARK: Just like it is damn near every time yo. I think I had two dreams too, the last one being the priest killing me again and the first one, me walking into the church and instantly burning into flames.

Both Brooklyn and Maria slowly looked at each other before laughing out loud, again I shook my head. It had to be a sign or something, maybe it had to do with the stuff I was saying about Audrey. That I was going to be going to hell or something. If that was it then those endings to the damn dreams were pointless, I already knew that there was a special spot reserved for me in Hell.

MARIA: Lay off the grandmother jokes and you’ll be fine.

BROOKLYN CARTER: Nah he should keep going. Trash Talk Royalty baby

Maria rolled her eyes as I stood up to give Brooklyn a high five. She was legit the only person I ever dated that understood the whole concept of “TTR”. While all these lame ass did nothing but bitch about how I was going too far with my trash talk, it seemed as if only me and Brooklyn understood that it was nothing but mind games.

JAMES SHARK: Yo… what the fuck did you put in my….aAHHHHHHHGHHHH

My mouth was on fire, I couldn’t even feel it anymore, my tongue just felt like it was burning, this crazy bitch had put hot sauce on one of my pancakes. I rushed over to the sink and began to let as much cold water run into my mouth as possible.

Brooklyn crept up from behind me and turned the faucet, shutting the water off. I wasn’t done yet, as I turned the water back on, she began to do some kind of stupid celebratory dance beside me.

BROOKLYN CARTER: I am the prank queen!

JAMES SHARK: These ain’t pranks no more yo, this be abuse. The fuck is wrong with you?

BROOKLYN CARTER: Oh come on. I had to get you back for putting that speaker in my purse the other day and playing fart noises off of it while I was in that meeting.

JAMES SHARK: See, now that's a prank,what you did just now is fucking sick. Pancakes are beautiful, how the hell you gonna disrespect it by putting hot sauce on it? You should be arrested for that shit, ruining the good name!

BROOKLYN CARTER: Your sucha baby, don’t be a sore loser, congratulate me on my victory and bow down before your prank queen. #BOOM

JAMES SHARK: The fuck would you want to ruin my tongue for like that anyways yo? This tongue be doing beautiful things to your pussy.

BROOKLYN CARTER: It’s okay, I have Madi for that, YAY

JAMES SHARK: Yeah just like I got Maria over here to suck ma dick.

Maria quickly gave me a weird look as Brooklyn looked at her funny.

MARIA: What?? No, he’s lying.

BROOKLYN CARTER: Ms.Chete can take both of yall she don’t care.

My crazy bitch and her machete threats, she knew I was playing though.

We both made jokes like that often but we both knew we would never cheat on one another. We always have the chance to, I mean we are two of the most desirable people in wrestling. We just never take those chances.

MARIA: Sooooo…….

There was an awkward silence and Maria was definitely looking to break it.

MARIA: You ready for this match with Audrey?

JAMES SHARK: I don’t know why people asking me that shit man. Yall should be asking Audrey that question. Yall ask me that as if she’s going to be coming into the ring with something I ain’t ever seen before. Yall ask me that as if she’s supposed to surprise me in there.

MARIA: I mean she could.

JAMES SHARK: I’m ready for anything yo, there ain’t nothing she can do that I ain’t ever seen before in four years of being in this sport and facing each and every type of fighting style and wrestler. That’s why this match is retarded and Duncan can go fuck himself for making it.

Now Maria looked confused.

MARIA: You know… I’ve been wondering. You didn’t have to do this match, you could’ve just pulled out if you didn’t like it

JAMES SHARK: Girl please, does that even make sense? I’m James Shark, I ain’t ever back out of a match in my entire life.

MARIA: You could’ve easily requested a different one. I’m just confused a little I guess, with all the tweets and interviews I read you seem to be so unhappy and unmotivated with this match, I’m just saying that there were a number of things you could’ve done to be happy and motivated about it. It’s like… why did you even join?

JAMES SHARK: I joined for superfights yo, we all know this.

MARIA: Yea but you knew you wouldn’t get a superfight because of the lack of big names in the company currently.

I frowned my face, she got me there, but then just like that, it hit me for the first time ever. The reason I joined PWP couldn’t be any simpler. I had told myself time and time again that I wouldn’t be joining any extra companies, PWP could obviously be an exception due to its schedule but the one reason that I saw so clearly now was because of my future family.

How could I not see it before?

I wanted the best for my twins, the best for Brooklyn, the best for all of us. Being PDW Bloodshed Champion wasn’t enough. I was obviously still out to show the world that I was pound for pound, the very best. It would also explain me signing up for the King of the Cage tournament.
I wanted my twins to be able to say “My dad is the best in the world” and not sound like every other little fuck face that says it, I want there to be truth to that statement with motherfuckers having no choice but to agree and be like “He sure is”

What I also wanted was a better life for them. I didn’t want them to be like me at all, if anything I hoped for them to be the complete opposite of me. I didn’t want them to have the life I had when I was a child or the life Brooklyn had growing up either. Me and Brooklyn both been through some rough shit, but because of what we been through, we got perfect examples of what kind of parents we shouldn’t be.

Here me and Brooklyn were, rich as fuck, two mansions, one home, multiple sponsors, cars, products and more… but yet, here I was still looking for ways for more money to roll in.

I had been telling the media over and over again that I had no motivation for my match with Audrey. Damn, if only they knew….

I was fighting for my family this time around. I had all the motivation in the fucking world. There was no way Audrey James was going to pull the upset. The only thing she was going to pull was herself up from the hospital bed a month later after receiving hands down, the worst ass whooping in the sport of wrestling.

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As if there was nothing more left to say right? Yall should know better by now man. My mouth open 24/7, I can talk shit for days.

The verbal abuse though? It’s too much. I got Audrey’s tongue on Twitter, but now all of a sudden she wants to pop off in her promo?

As if that surprised me, I knew that was what she was going to do. It's what everybody fucking does. They rather talk their shit behind a camera so that they could think about what they're going to say and rehearse their lines instead of being put on the spot on Twitter.

Dumbass motherfucking Audrey needs to learn how to sell a match. Then again, she also needs to learn how to win one too.

So before I continue ripping her asshole, lemme get these shoutouts out of the way. James Shark promo tradition you kno?

Shoutouts to Josh Duncan, without him none of this would be possible. Who knows what the hell Audrey’s done to piss him off but whatever the case may be, what stands is that he set her up.

Shoutouts to Blyss Lockhart, my stupid friend who has agreed to be my locker room buddy and will now be forced to be nekked in front of me as she changes into her wrestling attire, muahahahaha #evilniggerface

Shoutouts to Team Potato, yall going to lose to my silly friend and she gon eat yall up cause she fat like that.

Shoutouts to PWSi aka “Posers Worshipping Shark immensely”, you guys have got to be the worst company I have ever come across. What kind of a fucking company puts their site on lockdown? Yall just exposed yourself for having no fans at all. The god damn roster page is even hidden, the hell is that?

Shoutouts to…. Hmmm shoutouts to every single one of yall who made the smart bet and put your #MoneyOnSharky , yall are going to make some money on the 26th, of course it won’t be a lot of money cause the betting odds be in my favor, but hey, money is money.

Now that I got them shoutouts outta the way… we back to Audrey James.

If there is even an existence of an “Audrey James fan” yall can just straight up turn this video off because you along with your fucking idol, are going to get your feelings hurt.

While your at it, grab a rope and hang yourself because if you look up to a bitch like Audrey James then something ain't right up there.

When I first heard about this match, I thought it was a joke.

I was waiting for Mr.Duncan to send me an email back giving me someone like Blyss Lockhart or Flex Johnson. Not because I know them but because they seem to be the only people in this fucking inter-promotional company with any sort of talent. Funny how they are also from the same company huh? Shoutouts to IWF..

I didn’t get an email back, a phone call back or anything. It wasn’t long until I realized that this was the match I was going to get. Audrey fucking James, an unknown bitch.

Every single person I have talked to about this match, really doesn’t know who the fuck she is. I mean, the ONE person that did know her was Kelly Fury and she said that this Audrey girl was a rookie.

But Duncan over here seems to think otherwise. “I know how good you are, I know how good she is, I think you will be surprised”. Are you fucking high? Did you catch this muscular hoe in bed with your boyfriend or something Duncan? Is this why you’re making this match? I was fucking surprised from the moment it first got made.

Audrey James doesn’t deserve to even be the star mention in my promo let alone in the same fucking ring as me. You know what? She doesn’t even deserve to be in the same company as me. She may be wrestling professionally over at fuck knows where but the truth is, you put her in the ring with me, and you will see the difference of skill level right off the bat.

You put me in the ring with Audrey James and I will beat her ass nine times out of ten. The one time I lose is because I back her up into a corner and ram my fists into her face over and over again before the referee disqualifies me.

Yall need to understand that this match won’t look like professional vs indy or professional vs amateur. It’s going to look like a fucking legend taking on some lucky fan girl that OCCASIONALLY hit her friends with a few chokeslams here and there on her fucking trampoline. Compared to me, that’s the only experience she has.

What championships has she held? Who has she beaten? How many times has she risen to the top? Fought the odds? Had an all-out war? What the fuck… has she done….to get this co-main event spot, and get inside the ring with me?

NOTHING. AND THAT’S WHY THIS MATCH PISSES ME THE FUCK OFF MAN.

This shit makes me look horrible. Have you seen what motherfuckers been saying? I’m the PDW Bloodshed Champion and yall got me over here with a no name. This isn’t the type of bullshit I signed up for.

When I first heard about PWP, I thought it would be all about the “superfights”. I believe the fucking promoting from this company said things like “Ever wanted to see Wrestler A take on Wrestler B but couldn’t because they are in different companies? Well PWP is about to change that!” No, no fucking way, bullshit, lies, slander, propaganda, Duncan being a fucking phony.

Me and Audrey isn’t a superfight, it’s a fucking massacre. A one sided beatdown. I can name so many names of people from other companies that motherfuckers wanted to put me up against. Audrey James and all her little friends from her company off in Nobody Gives A Fuck Land are not one of them.

And what’s up with this whack ass bitch acting as if that’s the case, what’s up with her acting all high and mighty anyways?

Audrey, when you responded to my shots fired, you said something along the lines of “OH LOOK! Another little boy who thinks he’s all that. When will they ever learn? Hashtag: “Buckle Up Bitch”.

First of all…. You retarded ass, testosterone injecting, bull face looking, cocksucker.... I am NOT “another little boy”. I’m a grown ass man. I do not “think” I am all “that”, I KNOW, I am all “that”.  

I can point out the weakest and easiest match up that I’ve ever had in my career and that person would just eat you alive. You don’t hold a candle to any of the opponents I’ve faced.

This is your FIRST TIME in an inter-promotional battle. Little did you know I’m undefeated in inter-promotional matches.

Where the fuck have you been? I been doing these types of matches from the jump. To even be considered one of the best you have to be beating the best, and that means going to other companies and beating their top guys.

Being the best in the IWF wasn’t enough, I was constantly going to other companies and trying to beat their best guys to show the world that I was the pound for pound king.

But you? You’re not even the best in PWSi. You’re just some bitch ass coward that returned to the ring after months of being MIA.

Don’t blame your disappearance on your grandmothers death, blame it on the real reason, blame it on you being a sore loser. You lost your vixens title and you decided to run away. We’ve all seen that play out before.

After you lose this match, you going to disappear again, only this time, you won’t be coming outta the shadows a couple months later. Nah, you going to be gone for good.

I want you to tell all your friends, family and co-workers that when they comes out to support you on the 26th, they best be wearing ALL BLACK.

Why?

Because they won’t be attending a damn wrestling match, nigga they gon be attending your funeral.

That tough shit attitude is going to get you dealt with real quick. It's easy to look at me and see a guy that does nothing but talk shit. It's easy to talk about how you're going to shut me up and pose some sort of threat to me.

Try and hit me. That's the hard part. I'm not even asking you to try and defeat me, just try and hit me. Try to land a shot on me, try your hardest hoe.

You won't even be able to tie up on me. You won't be able to a damn thing to me. This isn't talk Audrey, it's fact. I can spit the truth on you like this because I've been in this position so many times before.

Hungry challenger looking to teach me a lesson, hungry challenger who feels like they can't lose because of all the shit I spoke.

That loss is going to happen whether you like it or not. Like I said, this ain't a fucking movie. You ain't going to be singing in the end or having some sort of Rocky moment. The good guys don't always win and there won't always be happy endings.

This show is entitled Strength of a Woman. I don't care if I sound sexist but I ain't losing to no motherfucking woman. It ain't happening. Women can feel as strong as they want but there's a reason why companies still don't allow male vs female competition and there's a reason why MMA and Boxing don't do it either.

Males are just naturally stronger and faster. Sure, there's been cases where females have beat the fuck outta Males in that ring but damn girl...

You have NEVER faced a male competitor and right now you're about to face one of the best that this sport has to offer.

And please don't hit me back with "Yeah but the female talent that I've faced is..." The females that you been facing in PWSi are a bunch of bum bitches.

The girls I kick it with who are in this sport would murder you, flat out eat you alive.

Neon, Vanessa Cade, Madison Fenty, Kacie Church, Alison Williams, Jaci Sovereign, and fuck it… just about every female I fucks with.

Look at Blyss Lockhart who’s in the Main Event, she would run right through you with ease.

Even the girls in my gym would destroy you. This ain’t a joke Audrey, I ain’t tryna talk shit right now or be some typa funny guy. This shit right here is the truth right now, I said it before, I'll say it again.

Motherfuckers shouldn't call me a trash talker, they should call me a statement maker.

You done faced a bunch of people who don't hit as hard as me, who ain't as strong as me and who ain't as fast as me. You did a lot of pretending when you played things off as if you didn’t know who the hell I am but the reality is that when you get in that ring with me, that's when you’re going to know...that’s when you’re going to say to yourself…. "Holy shit I'm facing James Shark"

That's when it's going to hit you, and once that hits you, it's already going to be too late cause I'll have already hit you with that Swag Out. That's the part where you get knocked the fuck out.

And that's it... another night where James Shark proves that these waters just ain't safe. Another shark attack... another win... another piece of evidence that shows the world that James Shark is just better than the rest of em.

By the way, I know it's breast cancer awareness month. I'll be sure to land a good punch on your fucking boob and give you breast cancer during our match. Like I said, I wish cancer upon you.

I can say evil things like that easily because when I look at you, I look at you as nothing more than dog shit stuck underneath my shoe. On the 26th, I'm scraping you off and tossing you in the trash.

Where’s yo self-esteem now Audrey? It's as low as you are in the rankings, I'm sure.

And once again James Shark wins the war of the words....

Now that I've already beaten you mentally and verbally, all that's left is to beat you physically. I don't know about you? But I can't fucking wait.

Better not run away like you do on social media.

#MoneyOnSharky #AllTheFuckingTime