Post by Michael Jennings on Oct 27, 2013 5:30:31 GMT -4
It’s been nothing but darkness for me since I wrestled at Shockwave.
Nothing but tests, tests, and even more tests…
And all because I suffered a concussion. Because I took a chair shot to the head that ended my career. A chair shot thrown by the scumbag know as Biggs who I will be facing in the War Games match. A man who ended my career. A man who took my livelihood away from me. A man who has been floating around in space for years is the guy who put me out of commission and he did it on accident to boot. This is a man who’s entire career has been built on accidents like this one.
Biggs, you’ve made my life Hell…
Now it’s my turn to do the same to you as well…
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The scene opens with Michael Jennings walking into a dark alleyway. He stops and turns to the camera with a sinister grin as he begins to speak.
Jennings: Biggs, Gates, Kash, and Reaver, this is your worst nightmare. The psychopath is back for one last hurrah. It’s no secret that this will be my last match in this industry. Because of the severity of the concussion and the symptoms associated with it. I’ve had blackouts, dizzy spells, and memory loss from the match that it took place in. Apparently when I suffered the injury the referee told me what happened and I replied “Classic Biggs” whatever that means. Anyways there’s going to be a classic alright. At One Night in Hell the classic will be the War Games match that we are all in.
The Black Hand has risen its collective fist filled with hate and contempt right at everyone in APW for months now.
Now it is our time to demolish and destroy this company.
There is nothing more for you here to see other than a mess of bodies. A train wreck filled with nothing but pain and suffering. A disaster that will fill your nights with night terrors for the rest of your lives.
Reaver, I am going to rip your heart out and stuff it down your throat. This is going to be your nightmare. Same goes for the rest of your team especially the man known as Biggs.
This match will be nothing but a gang of caged animals fighting another gang of caged animals. It’ll be ruthless, it’ll be barbaric, and for me it’ll be enjoyment because I’m going to enjoy every minute of it.
I may not be the same man that I used to be because of my injury but I’m not going to half ass it either. I’m going to go out to that ring and kick somebody’s ass. It’s that simple. Now all I’ve heard all week is the other side talking shit. All they’ve done is run their mouths constantly. It’s a pain in my ass to come on here and se the same nonsense over and over and over again. Seriously let’s get some Benny Hill music to play in the background while my opponents run their mouths.
Right now the only feeling I have is hate…
Not for my father that treated me like garbage…
Not for my ex-fiancé who changed faces more times than Lon Chaney…
Not for the doctors who told me that I would NEVER step foot into the ring again…
Not for myself either…
But hate for my opponents.
You all act like you are better than the Black Hand. That you aren’t doing the same thing that we are doing. Look at yourselves. Look at what you’ve been doing here in recent weeks. Look at your actions and your words. You are EXACTLY what you are fighting against. You are as bad if not WORSE than the Black Hand. For one thing we embrace who we are. You deny it.
That is why you are all hypocrites in every sense of the word. You all probably are sitting in your little hotel rooms right now watching this with your hands down your pants like Al Bundy eating a bunch of Cheetos like these overweight fans do on a weekly basis.
In fact I wouldn’t be shocked if all four of you rejects weren’t watching porn on the Skinemax wasting valuable company dollars just so you can get off since you haven’t see a vagina since before Bush left office.
As the days have gone by I have found myself falling more and more into becoming a sick perverted white trash genetic defect like Biggs, Gates, Reaver, and Kash but then I realized something.
While all of you are still destroying each other week in and week out here in APW I’ll be living the good life with Paxar Vega. I can GUARANTEE we’re going to get married at some point, have some kids, and live the good life in some exotic paradise somewhere while the world destroys itself with us only having to see it on the news.
But before that can happy I must survive this match. I MUST not have another concussion. I don’t want to be some brain-dead vegetable who is kept alive via tubes and tube feeding. That’s not what I want.
I want…
Paxar Vega.
That’s all I really care about at this point. The rumor is true. This will be my last match as a professional wrestler and I’ve had a good career. I did things my way and didn’t let this business consume every fiber of my being like some people in this industry have let happen to themselves. That is why I’m leaving on my own terms with my head held high.
I am not going to just walk away on my teammates like Knox did. That’s not me. As you can tell I’m not myself. I’m not the same man I used to be but am I going to abandon my teammates? Hell no. Why? Because The Black Hand had my back and I will ALWAYS have theres. Hell I could be their manager if I wanted to because that’s how highly I feel about each and every member of my team. We will forever be friends, brothers, and sisters in Niobe’s case. That’s how tight knit we are.
To my fellow members of The Black Hand, I’ll always have your backs.
To my opponents, expect nothing but torture and Hell in this match. It’s going to be a war and there’s NOTHING you can do to survive it.
The Black Hand will rise again…
And we shall win.
Fin.
Nothing but tests, tests, and even more tests…
And all because I suffered a concussion. Because I took a chair shot to the head that ended my career. A chair shot thrown by the scumbag know as Biggs who I will be facing in the War Games match. A man who ended my career. A man who took my livelihood away from me. A man who has been floating around in space for years is the guy who put me out of commission and he did it on accident to boot. This is a man who’s entire career has been built on accidents like this one.
Biggs, you’ve made my life Hell…
Now it’s my turn to do the same to you as well…
-----
The scene opens with Michael Jennings walking into a dark alleyway. He stops and turns to the camera with a sinister grin as he begins to speak.
Jennings: Biggs, Gates, Kash, and Reaver, this is your worst nightmare. The psychopath is back for one last hurrah. It’s no secret that this will be my last match in this industry. Because of the severity of the concussion and the symptoms associated with it. I’ve had blackouts, dizzy spells, and memory loss from the match that it took place in. Apparently when I suffered the injury the referee told me what happened and I replied “Classic Biggs” whatever that means. Anyways there’s going to be a classic alright. At One Night in Hell the classic will be the War Games match that we are all in.
The Black Hand has risen its collective fist filled with hate and contempt right at everyone in APW for months now.
Now it is our time to demolish and destroy this company.
There is nothing more for you here to see other than a mess of bodies. A train wreck filled with nothing but pain and suffering. A disaster that will fill your nights with night terrors for the rest of your lives.
Reaver, I am going to rip your heart out and stuff it down your throat. This is going to be your nightmare. Same goes for the rest of your team especially the man known as Biggs.
This match will be nothing but a gang of caged animals fighting another gang of caged animals. It’ll be ruthless, it’ll be barbaric, and for me it’ll be enjoyment because I’m going to enjoy every minute of it.
I may not be the same man that I used to be because of my injury but I’m not going to half ass it either. I’m going to go out to that ring and kick somebody’s ass. It’s that simple. Now all I’ve heard all week is the other side talking shit. All they’ve done is run their mouths constantly. It’s a pain in my ass to come on here and se the same nonsense over and over and over again. Seriously let’s get some Benny Hill music to play in the background while my opponents run their mouths.
Right now the only feeling I have is hate…
Not for my father that treated me like garbage…
Not for my ex-fiancé who changed faces more times than Lon Chaney…
Not for the doctors who told me that I would NEVER step foot into the ring again…
Not for myself either…
But hate for my opponents.
You all act like you are better than the Black Hand. That you aren’t doing the same thing that we are doing. Look at yourselves. Look at what you’ve been doing here in recent weeks. Look at your actions and your words. You are EXACTLY what you are fighting against. You are as bad if not WORSE than the Black Hand. For one thing we embrace who we are. You deny it.
That is why you are all hypocrites in every sense of the word. You all probably are sitting in your little hotel rooms right now watching this with your hands down your pants like Al Bundy eating a bunch of Cheetos like these overweight fans do on a weekly basis.
In fact I wouldn’t be shocked if all four of you rejects weren’t watching porn on the Skinemax wasting valuable company dollars just so you can get off since you haven’t see a vagina since before Bush left office.
As the days have gone by I have found myself falling more and more into becoming a sick perverted white trash genetic defect like Biggs, Gates, Reaver, and Kash but then I realized something.
While all of you are still destroying each other week in and week out here in APW I’ll be living the good life with Paxar Vega. I can GUARANTEE we’re going to get married at some point, have some kids, and live the good life in some exotic paradise somewhere while the world destroys itself with us only having to see it on the news.
But before that can happy I must survive this match. I MUST not have another concussion. I don’t want to be some brain-dead vegetable who is kept alive via tubes and tube feeding. That’s not what I want.
I want…
Paxar Vega.
That’s all I really care about at this point. The rumor is true. This will be my last match as a professional wrestler and I’ve had a good career. I did things my way and didn’t let this business consume every fiber of my being like some people in this industry have let happen to themselves. That is why I’m leaving on my own terms with my head held high.
I am not going to just walk away on my teammates like Knox did. That’s not me. As you can tell I’m not myself. I’m not the same man I used to be but am I going to abandon my teammates? Hell no. Why? Because The Black Hand had my back and I will ALWAYS have theres. Hell I could be their manager if I wanted to because that’s how highly I feel about each and every member of my team. We will forever be friends, brothers, and sisters in Niobe’s case. That’s how tight knit we are.
To my fellow members of The Black Hand, I’ll always have your backs.
To my opponents, expect nothing but torture and Hell in this match. It’s going to be a war and there’s NOTHING you can do to survive it.
The Black Hand will rise again…
And we shall win.
Fin.
