Post by Jon Michaels on Sept 13, 2013 20:25:54 GMT -5
[The scene is an undisclosed location, presumably Jon's business office. Sitting behind him is a display case displaying the titles he had won during his career before his hiatus. Jon looks to be rather antsy as he re-positions the camera so he could be center screen. His coffee mug is sitting in front of him.]
[Jon Michaels] It's been a long time since I have wrestled. Some are wondering if I still have it, or if I had it to begin with. These are justifiable issues going into new territory after five or six years. A lot of new faces in WCF, that's for sure. All that doesn't matter to me. I want to fight, simple as that.
[Jon takes a drink from his coffee]
[Jon Michaels] I don't care who it is. At this point I'll fight my old granny. I could take the lower road, and single out Jordan Calliban, but he's busy defending his title and potentially winning another, so for now he's off the list. He's not a blip on my radar right now. Give me somebody, Eric Price. You will not be disappointed.
[Jon takes another drink of his coffee]
[Jon Michaels] Let me make something very very clear to the rest of the roster. Some people may have taken offense to what I have said on Twitter. Get over it. I wasn't wanting a handout, I don't want an immediate title match, and I sure as Hell won't suck up to management for favors. Some seem to think I am looking for handouts, or looking for the easiest way around the ladder rankings. This simply is not true. I have never had them before, and I will not accept them. I earn my keep.
[Jon laughs slightly audible]
[Jon Michaels] Maybe I should have earlier? Nah,I earned all my titles. Anytime I fought a Creeping Death or Logan, win or lose I was happy with the result. I fought tooth and nail but honestly, if I came up short which I did my fair share of times, I held my head high and knew I did my best. Whether I was the big bad asshole or the goofy good guy, I always, ALWAYS believed in Jon Michaels. No matter what I was doing. If it was turning on team WVWF and joining my brothers in The Wolfpac during the WVW invasion of WVWF, I believed in me. I still have the kendo stick I used to screw my “friends” over. And do you know why that is? It's because nobody in WVWF, my own damn company believed in me. SO I SCREWED THEM ROYALLY!
[Jon takes a deep breath and calms down]
[Jon Michaels] They all bowed before me. I ran roughshod over WVWF while simultaneously building up the most brutal champion the place ever saw, Dark Prophet. Don't get me wrong, it wasn't a Jeff Jarrett/TNA situation. I built myself up only to be obliterated by Dark Prophet. I figured it was a good business move. Things were going good for a while. Then all the sponsors left. No more money meant no more WVWF. I got to see a company blossom and die. It was the happiest and saddest moment of my life. After this I went to a few promotions, but the magic just wasn't there. I feel it has returned. I feel the agony in myself because I haven't had a proper physical outlet in years.
[Jon takes another gulp of his coffee]
[Jon Michaels] Eric Price, I owe you big time. I'm just growing impatient. That's not necessarily a good thing. I want what's mine, and that WCF, is eternal glory and a place beside the Gods of Wrestling. That is my goal. Not some prop title. I want to be the best. The best there ever will be. I don't know who my first opponent will be, and frankly I don't care. I'm a destroyer. This is just the beginning of my reign. The horror has just begun.
[Jon turns the camera off and the scene fades black]
[Jon Michaels] It's been a long time since I have wrestled. Some are wondering if I still have it, or if I had it to begin with. These are justifiable issues going into new territory after five or six years. A lot of new faces in WCF, that's for sure. All that doesn't matter to me. I want to fight, simple as that.
[Jon takes a drink from his coffee]
[Jon Michaels] I don't care who it is. At this point I'll fight my old granny. I could take the lower road, and single out Jordan Calliban, but he's busy defending his title and potentially winning another, so for now he's off the list. He's not a blip on my radar right now. Give me somebody, Eric Price. You will not be disappointed.
[Jon takes another drink of his coffee]
[Jon Michaels] Let me make something very very clear to the rest of the roster. Some people may have taken offense to what I have said on Twitter. Get over it. I wasn't wanting a handout, I don't want an immediate title match, and I sure as Hell won't suck up to management for favors. Some seem to think I am looking for handouts, or looking for the easiest way around the ladder rankings. This simply is not true. I have never had them before, and I will not accept them. I earn my keep.
[Jon laughs slightly audible]
[Jon Michaels] Maybe I should have earlier? Nah,I earned all my titles. Anytime I fought a Creeping Death or Logan, win or lose I was happy with the result. I fought tooth and nail but honestly, if I came up short which I did my fair share of times, I held my head high and knew I did my best. Whether I was the big bad asshole or the goofy good guy, I always, ALWAYS believed in Jon Michaels. No matter what I was doing. If it was turning on team WVWF and joining my brothers in The Wolfpac during the WVW invasion of WVWF, I believed in me. I still have the kendo stick I used to screw my “friends” over. And do you know why that is? It's because nobody in WVWF, my own damn company believed in me. SO I SCREWED THEM ROYALLY!
[Jon takes a deep breath and calms down]
[Jon Michaels] They all bowed before me. I ran roughshod over WVWF while simultaneously building up the most brutal champion the place ever saw, Dark Prophet. Don't get me wrong, it wasn't a Jeff Jarrett/TNA situation. I built myself up only to be obliterated by Dark Prophet. I figured it was a good business move. Things were going good for a while. Then all the sponsors left. No more money meant no more WVWF. I got to see a company blossom and die. It was the happiest and saddest moment of my life. After this I went to a few promotions, but the magic just wasn't there. I feel it has returned. I feel the agony in myself because I haven't had a proper physical outlet in years.
[Jon takes another gulp of his coffee]
[Jon Michaels] Eric Price, I owe you big time. I'm just growing impatient. That's not necessarily a good thing. I want what's mine, and that WCF, is eternal glory and a place beside the Gods of Wrestling. That is my goal. Not some prop title. I want to be the best. The best there ever will be. I don't know who my first opponent will be, and frankly I don't care. I'm a destroyer. This is just the beginning of my reign. The horror has just begun.
[Jon turns the camera off and the scene fades black]
