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Who Is James Shark?
by Guest August 4th 2009, 5:10 pm
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James Shark Reborn Series
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Who Is James Shark?
Alot of people would describe him as a confident wrestler.
Others would describe him as a dangerous wrestler.
Nobody really knows where he came from.
Nobody really knows his history.
Nobody really knows what hes been through.
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[A&E Documentary] : Who Is James Shark?
[Cyan] - James Shark.
[Red] - Narrator
James Shark.
NLWF Superstar.
The self proclaimed Hottest Hottest Under The Sun.
Earths Most Hated.
He started from nothing.
Before turning a year old, James's rich father died
in the streets of New York City as he was assualted
and robbed, then shot to death.
He grew up with no father.
He was the only child.
During the time of the fathers passing,
his mother became addicted to drugs.
She found it as a shortcut to escape stress.
However what was James escape?
Nothing.
I didnt even know my mother.
I didnt even get to know my father.
I wish I can give my parents free tickets to the NLWF.
I cant though, the only memory I have of my father are pictures of him, and the only memory I have of my mother, is watching her die.
James was only 8 years old when his mother passed.
He remembers it like it was just yesterday.
It haunts him to this day.
I remember sitting down in my room one day.
Just looking out the window.
You would expect me to be playing with a train.
A toy, or anything, but I was broke..we were broke.
I got my attention off the window once I heard my mom choking.
Choking real bad. I was starting to get worried.
Only at the age of eight James didnt know how his mothers condition was. He didnt know the kind of drugs she was taking, and he didnt know what to do when he heard his mother choking that morning.
I really just had figured that it was normal really..
I didnt know what to think.
It carried on for about a couple more minutes.
It got worse and worse.
I immedietly started to run towards her.
As I turned, and opened her door to her room I was horrified.
James's mother, layed on the bed, barly alive.
Looking pale, her eyes rolled back, and still choking.
Making weird nosises, and looking just terrible.
I was scared. I stood there. Looking at my mother.
I didnt know what to do at all, and as I remembered, I began to whisper.. "Mom is that you?", "Mom?", "Are you ok Mommy?"
The noise had all stopped, her eyes closed, and she had stopped breathing.
Me.. as a kid, I hate to say it but I was.. happy, I mean..
I looked at her, she had stopped choking, and I thought to myself..
problem solved.
But the problem had only got worse, as James was sent over to adoption.
I remember asking some of the kids there, about my mom.
Asking them if they knew when our parents would pick us up.
I didnt know she was dead, I didnt.
I thought she was just sleeping.
I would see her take alot of pills, I didnt know they were drugs.
I would ask her what were they for, she would tell me they were sleeping pills, I now know that was a lie.
James had then been adopted to another black family.
As that happened they told me, James, this will be your new family ok?
and I thought to myself... what?
Tears began to stream down his eyes, and the confused and angry James Shark, ran, ran far, far away from his new home, and ran until he just couldnt run no more.
It started to get late.
It started to get dark.
I was scared.
Really scared.
I remember just crying.
Crying loud and hard.
I wanted somone to hear me.
I wanted my mom to hear me.
Somone did hear me though..
At this point, 11:00 pm, a man approached James, picking him up onto his shoulders, and carrying him to his vheicle, throwing James into the backseat.
I didnt know what was going on, I was only eight years old afterall.
He came into the backseat with me, shutting the door, and pulling out a knife, my heart began to beat. He then told me...
This is my little friend, hes abit sensitive, and hes afraid just like you, unfourtunetly, if you move, he'll be very afraid, so afraid, that he'll end up cutting you up to a million slices, you scream, or draw attention, he'll make sure that you get cut up into a million more peices.
I wanted to cry, but I was to afraid.
The man gripped the knife, and moved towards James, he took off his coat, and grabbed James, ordering James to take off his pants.
I didnt know why he wanted me to do it.
I was so little.
So confused.
James did what he was told, slowly taking off his pants that his mother had bought him, as he did the man started to get impatient.
He began to yell, I began to cry, he then yelled, Hurry the fuck up you nigger. I then remembered one thing my mom had always thought me since I was six years old.
"James.. never ever ever, let a man that does not hold the same color as you, call you a nigger, never"
"Ok mommy"
"Your a Shark. Sharks dont take that talk, and they dont take that attitude, never ever be afraid of a man, bigger than you, or stronger than you, your going to be a great man James, a great man that can accomplish many things."
"Thank you mommy"
What happened next?, I really dont know. I held the mans knife in my hand, blood on my shirt, and the man infront of me, dead, it seemed so. I stayed in his car, stayed there doing nothing but looking down at him, what had I done.
The cops had showed up about an hour later, surprised by the scene, and shocked by the young James Shark. They didnt know him, James didnt say a word, not his name, nothing. The cops had no choice but to leave him at the station, they reported a missing child, but nobody picked him up.
I then remember that one day, it was announced that one of the police officers would have to take care of me for a while, cause adoption was no option due to the "danger" I could put the family in. They didnt know who I was, they didnt know what happened in that car the day before, and they didnt know why I did what I did.
Police officer, Maryne Gorgain did not like the idea at all, instead, she let James free without any officals knowing, James, just a little boy, had "ran away" again.
You could say I have been running all my life. Running away from home, running away from people, running away from my parents death. I could go on and on about what happened that day I ran from the police station, and you wouldnt believe the things that happened. For instance I found my own way to live at that age, the age of eight. Instead of being with a family, having birthdays, and so on, I was living the live of an eight year olds nightmare, I didnt have a family, I didnt have a home, I lived on the streets, and I didnt even know my birthday.
Survival was Jame's priority. Each day he would wake up at a differnt part of New York City, remembering the words his mom had said to him, remembering what his mom had thought him, each day was a fight for survival.
It would all start with me going to differnt stores, asking random people if they had 50 cents for some candy, I would save up them 50 cents until I had enough money for food, most of the time I didnt have enough. I would really eat once a day, and it would be somthing I could afford, like some fries, cookies, anything. Some days I would go on without eating.
As James got older, he began to fight for money, just like he had fought for his survival.
At the age of 11 I had relized that I wouldnt be able to survive much longer without money. One time I was walking down the streets, looking for a "spot" to sleep and I encountered a fight, lots of people crowded around, I walked up, watched, I liked it, I dont know why but I really liked it.
Ever since then, James had been put into fights with people abit older than him, they would match the 11 year old James Shark against, people with the age of 15, 16, somtimes even 18.
Each fight I had, I learned from. Each time I got hit, I learned from that too, I mean I didnt know how to fight, I didnt even know what fighting was really. I lossed about 15 fights in a row, but those people in the streets, they didnt give a fu** about my safety, they witnessed a young boy getting his ass whooped, and they loved it.
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James Shark Reborn Series
[#2]
-----------------------------------------------
Who Is James Shark?
Alot of people would describe him as a confident wrestler.
Others would describe him as a dangerous wrestler.
Nobody really knows where he came from.
Nobody really knows his history.
Nobody really knows what hes been through.
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[A&E Documentary] : Who Is James Shark?
[Cyan] - James Shark.
[Red] - Narrator
James Shark.
NLWF Superstar.
The self proclaimed Hottest Hottest Under The Sun.
Earths Most Hated.
He started from nothing.
Before turning a year old, James's rich father died
in the streets of New York City as he was assualted
and robbed, then shot to death.
He grew up with no father.
He was the only child.
During the time of the fathers passing,
his mother became addicted to drugs.
She found it as a shortcut to escape stress.
However what was James escape?
Nothing.
I didnt even know my mother.
I didnt even get to know my father.
I wish I can give my parents free tickets to the NLWF.
I cant though, the only memory I have of my father are pictures of him, and the only memory I have of my mother, is watching her die.
James was only 8 years old when his mother passed.
He remembers it like it was just yesterday.
It haunts him to this day.
I remember sitting down in my room one day.
Just looking out the window.
You would expect me to be playing with a train.
A toy, or anything, but I was broke..we were broke.
I got my attention off the window once I heard my mom choking.
Choking real bad. I was starting to get worried.
Only at the age of eight James didnt know how his mothers condition was. He didnt know the kind of drugs she was taking, and he didnt know what to do when he heard his mother choking that morning.
I really just had figured that it was normal really..
I didnt know what to think.
It carried on for about a couple more minutes.
It got worse and worse.
I immedietly started to run towards her.
As I turned, and opened her door to her room I was horrified.
James's mother, layed on the bed, barly alive.
Looking pale, her eyes rolled back, and still choking.
Making weird nosises, and looking just terrible.
I was scared. I stood there. Looking at my mother.
I didnt know what to do at all, and as I remembered, I began to whisper.. "Mom is that you?", "Mom?", "Are you ok Mommy?"
The noise had all stopped, her eyes closed, and she had stopped breathing.
Me.. as a kid, I hate to say it but I was.. happy, I mean..
I looked at her, she had stopped choking, and I thought to myself..
problem solved.
But the problem had only got worse, as James was sent over to adoption.
I remember asking some of the kids there, about my mom.
Asking them if they knew when our parents would pick us up.
I didnt know she was dead, I didnt.
I thought she was just sleeping.
I would see her take alot of pills, I didnt know they were drugs.
I would ask her what were they for, she would tell me they were sleeping pills, I now know that was a lie.
James had then been adopted to another black family.
As that happened they told me, James, this will be your new family ok?
and I thought to myself... what?
Tears began to stream down his eyes, and the confused and angry James Shark, ran, ran far, far away from his new home, and ran until he just couldnt run no more.
It started to get late.
It started to get dark.
I was scared.
Really scared.
I remember just crying.
Crying loud and hard.
I wanted somone to hear me.
I wanted my mom to hear me.
Somone did hear me though..
At this point, 11:00 pm, a man approached James, picking him up onto his shoulders, and carrying him to his vheicle, throwing James into the backseat.
I didnt know what was going on, I was only eight years old afterall.
He came into the backseat with me, shutting the door, and pulling out a knife, my heart began to beat. He then told me...
This is my little friend, hes abit sensitive, and hes afraid just like you, unfourtunetly, if you move, he'll be very afraid, so afraid, that he'll end up cutting you up to a million slices, you scream, or draw attention, he'll make sure that you get cut up into a million more peices.
I wanted to cry, but I was to afraid.
The man gripped the knife, and moved towards James, he took off his coat, and grabbed James, ordering James to take off his pants.
I didnt know why he wanted me to do it.
I was so little.
So confused.
James did what he was told, slowly taking off his pants that his mother had bought him, as he did the man started to get impatient.
He began to yell, I began to cry, he then yelled, Hurry the fuck up you nigger. I then remembered one thing my mom had always thought me since I was six years old.
"James.. never ever ever, let a man that does not hold the same color as you, call you a nigger, never"
"Ok mommy"
"Your a Shark. Sharks dont take that talk, and they dont take that attitude, never ever be afraid of a man, bigger than you, or stronger than you, your going to be a great man James, a great man that can accomplish many things."
"Thank you mommy"
What happened next?, I really dont know. I held the mans knife in my hand, blood on my shirt, and the man infront of me, dead, it seemed so. I stayed in his car, stayed there doing nothing but looking down at him, what had I done.
The cops had showed up about an hour later, surprised by the scene, and shocked by the young James Shark. They didnt know him, James didnt say a word, not his name, nothing. The cops had no choice but to leave him at the station, they reported a missing child, but nobody picked him up.
I then remember that one day, it was announced that one of the police officers would have to take care of me for a while, cause adoption was no option due to the "danger" I could put the family in. They didnt know who I was, they didnt know what happened in that car the day before, and they didnt know why I did what I did.
Police officer, Maryne Gorgain did not like the idea at all, instead, she let James free without any officals knowing, James, just a little boy, had "ran away" again.
You could say I have been running all my life. Running away from home, running away from people, running away from my parents death. I could go on and on about what happened that day I ran from the police station, and you wouldnt believe the things that happened. For instance I found my own way to live at that age, the age of eight. Instead of being with a family, having birthdays, and so on, I was living the live of an eight year olds nightmare, I didnt have a family, I didnt have a home, I lived on the streets, and I didnt even know my birthday.
Survival was Jame's priority. Each day he would wake up at a differnt part of New York City, remembering the words his mom had said to him, remembering what his mom had thought him, each day was a fight for survival.
It would all start with me going to differnt stores, asking random people if they had 50 cents for some candy, I would save up them 50 cents until I had enough money for food, most of the time I didnt have enough. I would really eat once a day, and it would be somthing I could afford, like some fries, cookies, anything. Some days I would go on without eating.
As James got older, he began to fight for money, just like he had fought for his survival.
At the age of 11 I had relized that I wouldnt be able to survive much longer without money. One time I was walking down the streets, looking for a "spot" to sleep and I encountered a fight, lots of people crowded around, I walked up, watched, I liked it, I dont know why but I really liked it.
Ever since then, James had been put into fights with people abit older than him, they would match the 11 year old James Shark against, people with the age of 15, 16, somtimes even 18.
Each fight I had, I learned from. Each time I got hit, I learned from that too, I mean I didnt know how to fight, I didnt even know what fighting was really. I lossed about 15 fights in a row, but those people in the streets, they didnt give a fu** about my safety, they witnessed a young boy getting his ass whooped, and they loved it.
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Re: Who Is James Shark?
by Guest August 4th 2009, 5:10 pm
He would learn how to defend himself from watching fights, and taking fights, he would learn how to attack, block, and throw shots of his own, until he was clearly untouchable.
I went by the nickname, Shark Attack, pretty childish name but hey.. I was only a child. Looking back, I was like the Kimbo Slice of street fighting, hell I wasnt as big as him, or as powerfull, but I made sure that nobody, ever touched me, one thing I had learned about the streets is not to let anybody put there hands on you, and thats what I made sure happened during my fights.
As he grew older, he started making much more money, he then moved on to underground mixed martial arts fighting, where he learned how to wrestle, kickbox, and submit opponents.
I saw myself as a very dangerous man. I then got into wrestling school, became undefeated, thrown in jail a few times for fighting backstage, and before I knew it, I ended up calling myself James "Confident" Shark, NLWF Superstar.
But at this point, James was a differnt man.
Like here I am, telling the people about my life, telling them what I've been through, and looking back at what I have been through, and looking back at my debut into the NLWF, I now know why I was such a jackass, I appologize to my fans who have gotten offended but, you start to become confident after what I've been through.
James Shark, NLWF Superstar, with the record of 1 win, and 2 losses, now takes on Tantrum on NLWF Fusion to begin his road to the Junior Heavyweight Championship, and faces Alex Mark at NLWF's World War Tour in Brazil.
I came into the NLWF as one confident bastard, hated by many. Can you blame me?, I grew up with no father, I watched my mother die, I let her die, all my life I have thought about it, instead of standing there, maybe I could've done somthing, called 911, anything. I hold myself responsible for the death of my best friend, Julia Shark. I also grew up on the streets at the age of eight. I went on to Street Fighting, to Mixed Martial Arts, to Professional Wrestling, hell yeah Im gonna be cocky, hell yeah Im gonna be confident, but does that mean I should threaten the fanbase of the NLWF.. no, it doesnt, and Im sorry for doing that, but, James Shark is now Reborn. I dont care if you dont believe me, watch, watch it happen with your own eyes, I've been fighting all my life, fighting for survival since the age of eight, fighting for money since the age of eleven, and now, Im fighting for my name back at the age of 29.
Thease two matches, could change James's record, postive or negativly. If James wins one, and loses one, he will be at, 2 wins, 3 losses, if he wins both of his upcomming matches, he could be at 3 wins, 2 losses, and have a new start, if he losses thease 2, he may have no chance in the NLWF, having 1 win, and 4 losses.
My mother told me I would accomplish great things, I believe every word. I dont care who Alex Mark is, hes the son of legend, hes a multiple time champion, he probobly doesnt care who I am. However that doesnt change the fact that come World War Tour: Brazil. Im gonna do what I do best, fight my ass off. I respect Alex Mark, but I dont respect him enough to let him walk out of Brazil concious.
And thus, a new James Shark, reborned.
I went by the nickname, Shark Attack, pretty childish name but hey.. I was only a child. Looking back, I was like the Kimbo Slice of street fighting, hell I wasnt as big as him, or as powerfull, but I made sure that nobody, ever touched me, one thing I had learned about the streets is not to let anybody put there hands on you, and thats what I made sure happened during my fights.
As he grew older, he started making much more money, he then moved on to underground mixed martial arts fighting, where he learned how to wrestle, kickbox, and submit opponents.
I saw myself as a very dangerous man. I then got into wrestling school, became undefeated, thrown in jail a few times for fighting backstage, and before I knew it, I ended up calling myself James "Confident" Shark, NLWF Superstar.
But at this point, James was a differnt man.
Like here I am, telling the people about my life, telling them what I've been through, and looking back at what I have been through, and looking back at my debut into the NLWF, I now know why I was such a jackass, I appologize to my fans who have gotten offended but, you start to become confident after what I've been through.
James Shark, NLWF Superstar, with the record of 1 win, and 2 losses, now takes on Tantrum on NLWF Fusion to begin his road to the Junior Heavyweight Championship, and faces Alex Mark at NLWF's World War Tour in Brazil.
I came into the NLWF as one confident bastard, hated by many. Can you blame me?, I grew up with no father, I watched my mother die, I let her die, all my life I have thought about it, instead of standing there, maybe I could've done somthing, called 911, anything. I hold myself responsible for the death of my best friend, Julia Shark. I also grew up on the streets at the age of eight. I went on to Street Fighting, to Mixed Martial Arts, to Professional Wrestling, hell yeah Im gonna be cocky, hell yeah Im gonna be confident, but does that mean I should threaten the fanbase of the NLWF.. no, it doesnt, and Im sorry for doing that, but, James Shark is now Reborn. I dont care if you dont believe me, watch, watch it happen with your own eyes, I've been fighting all my life, fighting for survival since the age of eight, fighting for money since the age of eleven, and now, Im fighting for my name back at the age of 29.
Thease two matches, could change James's record, postive or negativly. If James wins one, and loses one, he will be at, 2 wins, 3 losses, if he wins both of his upcomming matches, he could be at 3 wins, 2 losses, and have a new start, if he losses thease 2, he may have no chance in the NLWF, having 1 win, and 4 losses.
My mother told me I would accomplish great things, I believe every word. I dont care who Alex Mark is, hes the son of legend, hes a multiple time champion, he probobly doesnt care who I am. However that doesnt change the fact that come World War Tour: Brazil. Im gonna do what I do best, fight my ass off. I respect Alex Mark, but I dont respect him enough to let him walk out of Brazil concious.
And thus, a new James Shark, reborned.
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