Post by metallicamaniac on Feb 26, 2008 22:04:12 GMT -6
Some time after Collision Jon Michaels is shown in a hospital room being checked on by doctors, seeing as he took the Nothing Saves on a chair. His neck is shown in a brace. Jon is sedated and the doctors are looking at graphs.
Doctor 1: And people say wrestling is fake.
Doctor 2: His entire medical history is rooted in his job. This man is only thirty but his medical record is that of a fifty year old.
Doctor 1: Yeah, but fortunately his neck isn't hurt.
Three days later at the Michaels residence, Jon is seen looking at the tape of Collision. He keeps rewinding the part when Age Of The Revolution enter. Jon has a Pepsi in one hand and a Marlboro Red in the other. He takes a drag off his cigarette which is spent, and puts the butt in a nearby ash tray.
Yeah, three on one. OF COURSE I LOST! On top of that, he couldn't beat me without the usage off a weapon. What happened to you, Jack? You talk about purity and you talk about me making my life better. Jack, fix your f*cked up life before telling people how to run their lives. It's not our fault your father's dead. My father's dead. Everybody dies. Including you and I. You see Jacky Boy, you can have your little revolution all you want but as far as society is concerned for the most part you'll be "Just another dead wrestler". Same goes for me, Xavier Williams, everybody. You're nothing more than a self centered prick with a God complex. I saw it when I looked into your eyes prior to our match, your mind was made up and you took me for a fool. I'm no fool Jack and don't treat me like one.
You mistook me for some other jabroni walking around backstage that you were just going to have your way with but you forgot one thing, Jack. I never say never. I never quit and I never back down from a fight. Sure you might have won the match, but you had to have the help of your little goon squad to do such. You couldn't beat me alone and you knew it, thus the chair. This ain't over Jack. It'll never be over. I'm going to take out Age Of The Revolution one by one.
Trust me, pal I've got backup too, but I must confess Jack. I lied when I said I am your worst nightmare, my backup is and you cannot deny that. You won that battle but in my eyes, the war is not over by a long shot. I'm going to put Age Of The Circle Jerk down, and spare us from your boring a** "revolution" and put to rest the rumor that I'm second rate.
Lance. Lance, I just listened to your shoot. Once again you put your foot in your mouth. You said, and I quote "I hope that I win the World Title on Sunday, because folk, you heard it here first, the first title shot will indeed go to one Jon Michaels. He and I one on one for the nCw World Title. I will do everything in my power to get that match booked. Book it now.". That would be the single biggest mistake you could make, Lance. You were right, I am confident, cocky and sometimes pompous. Don't look at the fact that the person I was back then when you actually knew me was weak. I'm not that guy anymore. Before my hiatus, the last three months I was winning titles and owning jacka**es like you. I won two world titles in the same week. Okay, maybe I go a bit far with the holding me back thing, but you never really did anything to prove you weren't. Back in NWA, remember this? I was on fire. I was about to break the glass ceiling that was over my career for such a long time, Lance. I called the champion out, that'd be you. You ducked me and dodged me until I had enough and left the place.
I've beaten you before boy and I'll do it again. By the way, we've only met in the ring twice, and I beat you once. Nice call on the "countless times I've beaten him". I can call it though, you'll grant me my match if you win the title Sunday, good luck by the way. I'll have your monkey a** on the ropes much like I had Jack, then one of your revolutionary nutjob boyfriends will get involved, thus costing me the title and making you look like a damn coward.
Now on to bigger and better things. Matt Margera. I've known you for quite a while, way the hell back in NAWA. I've always wanted to wrestle you, go against the former goldenboy of NAWA. To maim and hurt and deconstruct one of those who were favored in NAWA over money, that being me. Listen Matthew Margera. This ain't NAWA. You're in a new jungle, boy. Although I respect you as a man, I do not like you. I will hurt you, that much is a given. You'll be crying out to mommy when I am done with you, and you will go to mommy because mommy makes everything better. F***ing skater punks.
Buddy Whatshisname. Who are you? Other than another victim of the Natural Born Thriller. Either way, I do not care who you are, what you've done and what you say you're going to do. The fact of the matter is this, you'd better get used to the taste of boot rubber, because you'll feel my Thrillerkick, got it?
Jon ends the promo lighting a cigarette and taking a drag off it. Promo ends here.
Doctor 1: And people say wrestling is fake.
Doctor 2: His entire medical history is rooted in his job. This man is only thirty but his medical record is that of a fifty year old.
Doctor 1: Yeah, but fortunately his neck isn't hurt.
Three days later at the Michaels residence, Jon is seen looking at the tape of Collision. He keeps rewinding the part when Age Of The Revolution enter. Jon has a Pepsi in one hand and a Marlboro Red in the other. He takes a drag off his cigarette which is spent, and puts the butt in a nearby ash tray.
Yeah, three on one. OF COURSE I LOST! On top of that, he couldn't beat me without the usage off a weapon. What happened to you, Jack? You talk about purity and you talk about me making my life better. Jack, fix your f*cked up life before telling people how to run their lives. It's not our fault your father's dead. My father's dead. Everybody dies. Including you and I. You see Jacky Boy, you can have your little revolution all you want but as far as society is concerned for the most part you'll be "Just another dead wrestler". Same goes for me, Xavier Williams, everybody. You're nothing more than a self centered prick with a God complex. I saw it when I looked into your eyes prior to our match, your mind was made up and you took me for a fool. I'm no fool Jack and don't treat me like one.
You mistook me for some other jabroni walking around backstage that you were just going to have your way with but you forgot one thing, Jack. I never say never. I never quit and I never back down from a fight. Sure you might have won the match, but you had to have the help of your little goon squad to do such. You couldn't beat me alone and you knew it, thus the chair. This ain't over Jack. It'll never be over. I'm going to take out Age Of The Revolution one by one.
Trust me, pal I've got backup too, but I must confess Jack. I lied when I said I am your worst nightmare, my backup is and you cannot deny that. You won that battle but in my eyes, the war is not over by a long shot. I'm going to put Age Of The Circle Jerk down, and spare us from your boring a** "revolution" and put to rest the rumor that I'm second rate.
Lance. Lance, I just listened to your shoot. Once again you put your foot in your mouth. You said, and I quote "I hope that I win the World Title on Sunday, because folk, you heard it here first, the first title shot will indeed go to one Jon Michaels. He and I one on one for the nCw World Title. I will do everything in my power to get that match booked. Book it now.". That would be the single biggest mistake you could make, Lance. You were right, I am confident, cocky and sometimes pompous. Don't look at the fact that the person I was back then when you actually knew me was weak. I'm not that guy anymore. Before my hiatus, the last three months I was winning titles and owning jacka**es like you. I won two world titles in the same week. Okay, maybe I go a bit far with the holding me back thing, but you never really did anything to prove you weren't. Back in NWA, remember this? I was on fire. I was about to break the glass ceiling that was over my career for such a long time, Lance. I called the champion out, that'd be you. You ducked me and dodged me until I had enough and left the place.
I've beaten you before boy and I'll do it again. By the way, we've only met in the ring twice, and I beat you once. Nice call on the "countless times I've beaten him". I can call it though, you'll grant me my match if you win the title Sunday, good luck by the way. I'll have your monkey a** on the ropes much like I had Jack, then one of your revolutionary nutjob boyfriends will get involved, thus costing me the title and making you look like a damn coward.
Now on to bigger and better things. Matt Margera. I've known you for quite a while, way the hell back in NAWA. I've always wanted to wrestle you, go against the former goldenboy of NAWA. To maim and hurt and deconstruct one of those who were favored in NAWA over money, that being me. Listen Matthew Margera. This ain't NAWA. You're in a new jungle, boy. Although I respect you as a man, I do not like you. I will hurt you, that much is a given. You'll be crying out to mommy when I am done with you, and you will go to mommy because mommy makes everything better. F***ing skater punks.
Buddy Whatshisname. Who are you? Other than another victim of the Natural Born Thriller. Either way, I do not care who you are, what you've done and what you say you're going to do. The fact of the matter is this, you'd better get used to the taste of boot rubber, because you'll feel my Thrillerkick, got it?
Jon ends the promo lighting a cigarette and taking a drag off it. Promo ends here.
