Perfection

[The opening riff of “Perfect Gentleman” hits. Gold lights sweep the stage like a spotlight, but there’s no pyro—just pure, focused heat. The crowd boos before he even appears.]

[Perfection steps through the curtain slowly in a designer coat, buttoned to the collar. Sunglasses on. Expression stone cold. He stops. Smirks. Tilts his head like he just smelled something beneath him—the fans.]

Announcer (with disdain):
“He hails from Los Angeles, California… Standing six-foot-one, weighing in at 224 pounds of untouchable arrogance... he is the man you love to hate... the tactician of tyranny... the definition of dominance... he is the gold standard... PERFECTION!”

[James walks slowly, taking his time, mouthing “You don’t deserve me.” At ringside, he wipes his boots twice—because the ring is his house. As the chorus of the song swells, he raises both arms like a savior—bathed in boos.]

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Jumping Spike DDT

Precision Dropkick

Standing Knee Drop

European Uppercut

German Suplex

Running Basement Knee to the Jaw (after pulling the kneepad down)

Standing High-Angle Fujiwara Armbar (with foot on the back of the head)

Jumping Single-Leg Codebreaker

Out of No Where

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Unprettier

Unprettier

Figure Four

Photo Finish

Unprettier