Feelings mean shit sometimes.

[versageflames]

James sat on his couch, the camera fixed on him before panning to his heavyweight championship belt from when he was in the UFC. James grabbed the camera and moved it back over, stating that that belt was UFC property and he'd one it then in the UFC. That this was something different and ment nothing now. He sat back down and frowned slightly. His fingers lightly drumming against the table top.

James Hunter (versage Flames)

"So Calaz you think i'm the jay walker in the street huh? Well just think, i'm the one in the street that's going to shoot you through the head. I'm going to submit your ass in this match Calaz. Because I don't like guys like you. You can turn heel or face for all the shit I give, you're still just a snide little punk who know's nothing what it's like to go through real pain. BUt i'll make sure that you know exactly what real pain is. I'm going to make you suffer. As cold as that sounds, right now I just feel like that."

No he was not turning heel, but he was having some troubling times right now and he just was not in the mood for anyone's bullshit and whiny ass play.

James Hunter(Versage Flames)

"You think you have problems? I can't fuckin be near firecrackers without ducking down and screaming take cover, because of flashbacks. I've nearly knocked out my mother when visiting, and sleeping on the couch cause of natural reflex from being in the service."

He sighed and shook his head, seeming to calm completely down before he looked back at the camera and pulled it so it was a close up.

James Hunter(Versage Flames)

"Either way Calaz you won't win this fight against me. I'll make damn well sure of it you little punk."

He shook his head a bit and the camera faded out as he left.

[Sorry Mak.. I haven't had time lately to post and this one was last moment. x.x forgive meh xD]