Post by Jon Michaels on Sept 27, 2013 6:20:10 GMT -5
Close your eyes look deep in your soul step outside yourself and let your mind go frozen eyes stare deep in your mind as you die...
41.That is the number of people Jon Michaels will be facing at WAR. A battle royal where pin falls and submissions are the only ways to victory. This match certainly will be a crazy affair to say the least. To prepare for this, Jon Michaels has put himself in a dark, scary place he has not been to in a long, long while. Jon has been here before when the odds were not in his favor, and he overcame them. This time, the odds seem insurmountable. 41 is a number Jon has never heard in regards to the number of entrants in a pin fall match. While that number puts some doubt in his mind, the prize is well worth the risk. The WCF World Heavyweight Championship. It is far more than that though. In Jon's mind this is an opportunity to prove his worth to the world of wrestling. It is his chance to show the world what he is capable of and to silence any doubters along the way. Many people have questioned his return to professional wrestling. Some see it as a Randy “The Ram” situation, where a veteran continues to wrestle past his prime to make end's meet. Truth be told, Jon does indeed need the money. Although he has a degree in business management, nobody wants to touch somebody who went bankrupt with their business. While Jon is no longer the young man he was in his first stint in the business, he is by far not an old-timer.
The scene opens to Jon Michaels' den. Jon is seen sitting on his couch, watching past WAR matches when the phone rings.
RING!
RING!
RING!
RING!
Jon looks at the caller ID and sees his shrink's office number. He allows the answering machine to pick it up.
Voice: Jon, this is Shelly, Dr. Roberts' secretary. He wanted me to call you to remind you of your appointment, he's worried about you because you have missed your last two meetings.
Stupid shrink. I don't need you right now....
Jon puts his attention back to his projector. He continues to watch the matches as he begins talking.
You know, my first stint in the WCF was not that impressive at all. That was back in '06. Crazy world we live in. The place where I quit is the place I came back to. I guess it just came full circle. The gods must be smiling upon me this day because for whatever reason, Seth Lerch and Eric Price decided that I was worth something again. That powerbomb hurt like a motherfucker...
Jon is referring to the powerbomb he took to be eliminated from the You're Fired battle royal February 2nd 2006 , losing his job in the process. Jon didn't flat out quit WCF that day. He quit himself. He quit himself so that was the moment he started going downhill.
You know, my father once told me in a rare moment of preparing me for life, that it is okay to lose faith in other people sometimes, just never lose faith in yourself. That's exactly what happened that night. I lost faith in myself.
DON'T TALK ABOUT HIM!
Truth is it took me breaking myself to fix the rift in my soul. I let myself become mentally broken by all these worldly distractions. The drugs, women, money. My temptation was also my cure. Sure there are side effects, like the fact I have to speak to that jackass shrink twice a week. And I see and hear things when I don't take my meds. It's not so bad...it's not so bad...
Jon took the fact he was fired from WCF a little harder than he should have. Not that anybody really blamed him. This happened shortly after WVWF failed. He began to show signs of self destructive behavior within a couple of months. He became addicted to pain killers and was quite the fan of alcohol in those days. Laura, just looking out for Jon had him admitted to the local mental health institution for his own safety. In a fit of rage he demanded a divorce. While he got what he wanted, he also was given his greatest gift. He was diagnosed with Dissociative Personality Disorder and given a regimen of medications to ease the symptoms. Jon didn't care for the medications, so he decided he would no longer take them until he was given something that worked. The right pill came along, which he still takes today, but in the recent history, he has decided to deal with it by regular visits with his shrink and extreme mental discipline he learned from MMA training. Jon is trying to not let his personal feelings for a certain WCF wrestler cloud his judgment for the match.
You know, my whole life I have dealt with people like you Caliban. From the heroin dealer I saw daily on my walk home from high school trying to get me to run his product for him, to my classmates themselves making fun of the runt of the class, I have dealt with people trying to bully me, trying to cause me grief. From the moment I was signed to WCF, you have targeted me. Without even knowing me, you targeted me.
This fool shall kneel...
You claim I am trying to make a name off your back. My name was already made, just well before your time. Then when you finally get the chance to back up all your shit talk, you failed. If I was such a rookie, how come I knew what was coming and reversed it? If I were such a rookie, how come I knew I could put you down with the Buster from there? Just face it; you're not better than me, jack. So what am I going to have to do to prove to you, once and for all, that you're not on my level?
I want to hear his bones crumble beneath our feet....
You claim you will win the WAR match. How are you going to win it when your kryptonite is staring you in the face making you beg for mercy? Jordan, quit trying to be the hero. In case you haven't looked around the world you live in, all the heroes are gone. We live in an age of immorality, there is no room for saviors any longer. I'm not going to stop until I hear the sound of your jaw breaking and you gurgling your own blood while you try to breathe...
I want to see the red, red kroovy....
You see, Jordan you caused this. You created this monster. Your insolent tongue has created something you cannot handle and I refuse to contain. I may not win WAR, but I am going to make damn sure you do not either. I'm a man of my word.
Jon has been known to lash out violently when confronted. Back in 2009 he spent a weekend in jail and caught an assault charge when confronted by a cornfed meathead at the local bar he used to frequent at the time. Jon was eying an attractive woman when the man confronted him for looking at his squeeze. Jon responded by beating his head onto the bar and soccer kicking the man in his face when he fell. He was arrested immediately by an off duty police officer and plead guilty in exchange for no jail time and two years probation. The man never touched him.
As for the rest of the locker room, I do not care who you are, your position in the company or what title you hold, do not expect me to lay down for you. With every fiber of my being I am going to scratch and claw my way to the top. I will not stop until there are forty-one victims groveling for the chance to kiss the rings.
Close your eyes and forget your name step outside yourself and let your thoughts drain as you go insane...go insane!
41.That is the number of people Jon Michaels will be facing at WAR. A battle royal where pin falls and submissions are the only ways to victory. This match certainly will be a crazy affair to say the least. To prepare for this, Jon Michaels has put himself in a dark, scary place he has not been to in a long, long while. Jon has been here before when the odds were not in his favor, and he overcame them. This time, the odds seem insurmountable. 41 is a number Jon has never heard in regards to the number of entrants in a pin fall match. While that number puts some doubt in his mind, the prize is well worth the risk. The WCF World Heavyweight Championship. It is far more than that though. In Jon's mind this is an opportunity to prove his worth to the world of wrestling. It is his chance to show the world what he is capable of and to silence any doubters along the way. Many people have questioned his return to professional wrestling. Some see it as a Randy “The Ram” situation, where a veteran continues to wrestle past his prime to make end's meet. Truth be told, Jon does indeed need the money. Although he has a degree in business management, nobody wants to touch somebody who went bankrupt with their business. While Jon is no longer the young man he was in his first stint in the business, he is by far not an old-timer.
The scene opens to Jon Michaels' den. Jon is seen sitting on his couch, watching past WAR matches when the phone rings.
RING!
RING!
RING!
RING!
Jon looks at the caller ID and sees his shrink's office number. He allows the answering machine to pick it up.
Voice: Jon, this is Shelly, Dr. Roberts' secretary. He wanted me to call you to remind you of your appointment, he's worried about you because you have missed your last two meetings.
Stupid shrink. I don't need you right now....
Jon puts his attention back to his projector. He continues to watch the matches as he begins talking.
You know, my first stint in the WCF was not that impressive at all. That was back in '06. Crazy world we live in. The place where I quit is the place I came back to. I guess it just came full circle. The gods must be smiling upon me this day because for whatever reason, Seth Lerch and Eric Price decided that I was worth something again. That powerbomb hurt like a motherfucker...
Jon is referring to the powerbomb he took to be eliminated from the You're Fired battle royal February 2nd 2006 , losing his job in the process. Jon didn't flat out quit WCF that day. He quit himself. He quit himself so that was the moment he started going downhill.
You know, my father once told me in a rare moment of preparing me for life, that it is okay to lose faith in other people sometimes, just never lose faith in yourself. That's exactly what happened that night. I lost faith in myself.
DON'T TALK ABOUT HIM!
Truth is it took me breaking myself to fix the rift in my soul. I let myself become mentally broken by all these worldly distractions. The drugs, women, money. My temptation was also my cure. Sure there are side effects, like the fact I have to speak to that jackass shrink twice a week. And I see and hear things when I don't take my meds. It's not so bad...it's not so bad...
Jon took the fact he was fired from WCF a little harder than he should have. Not that anybody really blamed him. This happened shortly after WVWF failed. He began to show signs of self destructive behavior within a couple of months. He became addicted to pain killers and was quite the fan of alcohol in those days. Laura, just looking out for Jon had him admitted to the local mental health institution for his own safety. In a fit of rage he demanded a divorce. While he got what he wanted, he also was given his greatest gift. He was diagnosed with Dissociative Personality Disorder and given a regimen of medications to ease the symptoms. Jon didn't care for the medications, so he decided he would no longer take them until he was given something that worked. The right pill came along, which he still takes today, but in the recent history, he has decided to deal with it by regular visits with his shrink and extreme mental discipline he learned from MMA training. Jon is trying to not let his personal feelings for a certain WCF wrestler cloud his judgment for the match.
You know, my whole life I have dealt with people like you Caliban. From the heroin dealer I saw daily on my walk home from high school trying to get me to run his product for him, to my classmates themselves making fun of the runt of the class, I have dealt with people trying to bully me, trying to cause me grief. From the moment I was signed to WCF, you have targeted me. Without even knowing me, you targeted me.
This fool shall kneel...
You claim I am trying to make a name off your back. My name was already made, just well before your time. Then when you finally get the chance to back up all your shit talk, you failed. If I was such a rookie, how come I knew what was coming and reversed it? If I were such a rookie, how come I knew I could put you down with the Buster from there? Just face it; you're not better than me, jack. So what am I going to have to do to prove to you, once and for all, that you're not on my level?
I want to hear his bones crumble beneath our feet....
You claim you will win the WAR match. How are you going to win it when your kryptonite is staring you in the face making you beg for mercy? Jordan, quit trying to be the hero. In case you haven't looked around the world you live in, all the heroes are gone. We live in an age of immorality, there is no room for saviors any longer. I'm not going to stop until I hear the sound of your jaw breaking and you gurgling your own blood while you try to breathe...
I want to see the red, red kroovy....
You see, Jordan you caused this. You created this monster. Your insolent tongue has created something you cannot handle and I refuse to contain. I may not win WAR, but I am going to make damn sure you do not either. I'm a man of my word.
Jon has been known to lash out violently when confronted. Back in 2009 he spent a weekend in jail and caught an assault charge when confronted by a cornfed meathead at the local bar he used to frequent at the time. Jon was eying an attractive woman when the man confronted him for looking at his squeeze. Jon responded by beating his head onto the bar and soccer kicking the man in his face when he fell. He was arrested immediately by an off duty police officer and plead guilty in exchange for no jail time and two years probation. The man never touched him.
As for the rest of the locker room, I do not care who you are, your position in the company or what title you hold, do not expect me to lay down for you. With every fiber of my being I am going to scratch and claw my way to the top. I will not stop until there are forty-one victims groveling for the chance to kiss the rings.
Close your eyes and forget your name step outside yourself and let your thoughts drain as you go insane...go insane!