Post by Michael Jennings on Mar 31, 2013 4:03:55 GMT -4
03/18/2013
Philadelphia, Pennsylvania
Afternoon…
A boy around the age of ten is walking down the street near his home he comes across a man who is sitting on the sidewalk next to the side of a building as he walks by. The kid then stops walking and turns around to do a double take. The long haired, scummy looking man who he is looking at looks very familiar. He is a wrestler from APW whom he recognizes from watching APW television network. He starts staring at the man which makes the man turn and give him a look. The man looks angry, grungy, and dirty. There’s also an empty beer bottle next to him as well as some crumpled up newspaper pages and cigarette buds scattered around him. Annoyed, the man finally says something to the kid.
Man: What are you looking at, kid?
The kid hesitates for a moment before responding.
Kid: You’re Michael Jennings, right?
Still smarting from his hangover from the night before, Jennings smirks for a moment before going back to his previous cold, dark stare before responding to the kid.
Jennings: How did you know?
Kid: I saw you on APW a long time ago.
Jennings pauses for a moment while pondering something before coming out of left field with his next thing to say to the kid.
Jennings: Kid…do you love your father?
The boy nods his head.
Kid: Yes.
Jennings seems annoyed by this answer. In fact it only seems to make him more on edge.
Jennings: Does your father like you?
The boy nods his head again.
Kid: Yes.
Jennings sighs. He knows now that this kid is just another victim of a corrupt culture of video games, iPhones, and Gangnam style dancing. He also knows that he must show the kid that he is the worst case scenario of growing up in this society. He points to himself before going on his rant.
Jennings: Look at me, kid. I’m the result of a childhood where my father didn’t love me or like me. A father who spent night after night drinking and bedding a different woman each night. He didn’t care about me. Just about his drinks, his blow up dolls, and his bitches. He didn’t treat me like a son. He treated me like a pitbull he was using to guard his junkyard. Yelling about conservative politics like a drunken Rush Limbaugh night after night he would take away my innocence with his words and his actions with the women he groped. The STDs that he accumulated through years of premarital sex. That ruined me for life. I could be like you, kid. I should be like you. Just another normal, complacent sheep zombie puppet for the government that follows all the trends of society. A society that is built to follow orders instead of question them. A society filled with white trash, scum, philanderers, and…
He looks over to see the reaction of the kid only to see that he has left. He was too busy ranting to see that he was merely talking to himself just like any normal day. It’s been like this for months and months. Days have blurred together which has made him become even more insane than he was before this period of nothingness in his life.
Jennings: Just what I expected. Children with no respect…
He reaches over and grabs the empty beer bottle and drinks from it before tossing it aside.
Jennings: Wrestling is dead. I think it’s time I saved it from itself…
He soon gets up from the ground and walks off down the street as the scene fades to black.
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3/28/2013
Afternoon…
At an old, aging playground filled with rusting old playground equipment the man known to APW fans as Michael Jennings is shown sitting on a swing near the abandoned playground. He gets up from the swing and walks over to the playground before stopping. He brushes his hair back before slowly beginning to speak in a slightly depressive tone.
Jennings: This place…
He motions around for a moment before continuing.
Jennings: Is where I grew up in my tortured childhood with my father Trevor Jennings after my mother got killed instead of my father after he pissed off crime boss Fats Malone. After that my father drank away his sorrows like a man who had been in the desert for days without any water. That coupled with the fact that he banged everything that moved made my childhood not a good one…
He stops for a moment to stare down at the ground at the thoughts of the darkness. Darkness is his relentless enemy and he cannot escape from the darkness of his past. He also cannot forgive his father for creating all of it. His past is what has made him into the monster that he has become. Finally he looks back up toward the camera before continuing.
Jennings: I am the product of my father’s misdeeds. I’m the product of a society that promotes drugs, drinking, video games, premarital sex, shitty dance music, and parents who don’t teach their children common sense. Instead they plop them in front of a television or computer to play games. They give them ipads and ipods and smart phones and proceed to let them do whatever the hell they want. That is what parenting in society has become. It’s created a society of people just like all of these wrestling fans out there.
The looks on his face changes from expressionless to a look of disgust. It’s very clear that this man hates society and everyone in it except for himself.
Jennings: A society filled with scum such as yourselves. Fans who watch wrestling, a sport that is dying a slow death, even when there is no reason to watch it anymore…
His look of disgust changes briefly to a momentary look of sadness before he continues.
Jennings: That’s why I came back. When I close my eyes and go to sleep at night I dream of a world where wrestling was like when I was a kid. Where the wrestlers didn’t care only about money, fame, and titles like the egomaniacs that infest this business like cockroaches do now days. Go from federation to federation and you will see the same things. I used to turn on wrestling back when I was a kid and it was family friendly unlike now days. Now you turn on your flatscreen television sets only to see tattooed scumbags and hookers appearing all over APW programming like something out of the Robert DeNiro Taxi Driver universe. Right now on Meltdown, Overdrive, and Asylum there are guys and gals who only care about their selfish, egocentric desires instead of these fans who cheer them like the sheep they are. It’s like that old video game Lemmings. If one Lemming jumps off of a cliff then the others soon follow.
He brushes his hair back and begins to speak about his match this week. It’s clear he doesn’t care about winning the match at all. In fact it seems more like he just wants to fight his opponent instead of beating him in the ring. He’s not motivated by winning and that is very clear as he continues speaking.
Jennings: Wrestlers like Kevin Dahlia are who I’m talking about. Kevin Dahlia, a man who comes out with a cocky smirk that masks the phoniness underneath. The reality is he is nothing more than a Disney character wearing the mask of an arrogant scumbag.
Jennings clearly has no respect for Kevin Dahlia. This is a man who he believes is a phony and doesn’t practice what he preaches. A man who is a cancer to Meltdown. In his mind this cancer needs to be removed and he’s happy to be the one to cut it out with a scalpel no matter how bloody it gets.
Jennings: You see Dahlia, the last time you were on APW television you were talking about salvation…
The mere thought of this makes him pause for a moment to throw up in his mouth a little bit before getting himself composed and continuing his monologue.
Jennings: The only thing you fail to realize is that I am your salvation, not the other way around. The fact that you were talking about the Guv’nor being a two face is the most hypocritical commentary of all time because you, much like my father the piece of shit known to the APW faithful as Trevor Jennings, are a two face. You aren’t a two face because of your promos. It’s because you don’t walk the walk when you talk the talk. You aren’t the same person both on and off the camera unlike myself.
He starts pointing to himself as he continues to get more worked up as he continues on his rant of hate.
Jennings: What you see with me is what you get. I’m not a nice guy. In fact I’m a scumbag and I admit I’m a scumbag unlike you and all of the fans in the audience. The scum of society that fills up arena after arena with their fat kids who play Angry Birds on tablets while they chow down on popcorn and hot dogs while they watch APW stars kill each other. You are a representation of the sad state of our society today. A society filled with the lowest form of life on this planet. However my theory that society is devolving into a primal state is further confirmed by you calling yourself a hero.
The mere thought of this makes him even more disgusted than he was before. He is clearly full of hate when it comes to this matter. The hatred he has for all of this is beginning to show very clearly in his facial expression. The thought of Dahlia as a hero is about to make him vomit all over the place just thinking about it.
Jennings: Why would you want to be a hero to these fans? These fans don’t care about you just like you don’t care about them. Instead you continue to lie to both them and to yourself. What a phony you are. You’re just like all of these politicians who claim that they will clean up Washington but instead end up taking under the table deals from lobbyists and doing the bidding of PACs and SuperPACs. But alas this is the world we live in. A world driven on power and ego which are two things you clearly know all about because those are the two things you secretly crave no matter what you say. You’re no different than the Guv’nor or any of these other wrestlers that you rail about because all YOU care about is MONEY. MONEY AND TITLES! It’s a sad thing that you are just another zombie in a business that’s become so capitalist and ego driven that every wrestler for the most part is the same. The personalities may be different, the names may be different, the personas and gimmicks may be different…but essentially they are all really the same.
A slight smirk creeps across his face like a worm crawling across the wet dirt as he continues with his monologue.
Jennings: It’s a funny thing that you were talking about The Walking Dead in your last promo considering that the zombie apocalypse that you so enjoyed watching is really about you and others that are like you because YOU are a zombie. YOU and every wrestler like you that only cares about money and titles. You fail to realize that it’s not about money, it’s about sending a message and I plan on sending a message when I kick your ass all over the ring on Meltdown. I’m going to single handedly cause a meltdown and the entire show hopefully will implode thus destroying the other zombies like yourself as well as the wretched steaming cesspool of an arena that we will be competing in. An arena I might add that is filled with the sheep that make up our fanbase. They cheer men and women who don’t give a shit about them much like yourself. All you care about is your wallet being filled with the filthy money that you spend on all those drugs we all know you’re doing. In fact there’s probably rampant drug use all throughout APW and the drug of choice are championship belts since that’s all anybody seems to give a shit about anyway.
He stops for a moment to brush his hair back. The disdain he has for the industry and the wrestling fans in general is very obvious. Jennings believes every word that he’s saying because in his opinion he is the only honest man in wrestling.
Jennings: I’m not expecting these fans to cheer for me even though I’m the only honest man in this entire company…
He pauses for a moment of clarity before continuing.
Jennings: In fact I think they’ll boo me out of the building for being the only wrestler here who speaks the truth. The rest of you are just puppets who tell the people what they want to hear just like the corrupt politicians who are always arguing and squabbling over nothing on Capital Hill as they do the bidding of the lobbyists and political action committees that actually control everything. My integrity and my self respect means more to me than the cheers of you people watching at home eating your potato chips and drinking beer right now. You fat, overweight internet trolls that will light up Twitter and Youtube when you see this with comments degrading me for what I’m saying. Will I care?
He shakes his head for a moment as his facial expression becomes a scowl.
Jennings: No because in the end I have more integrity than each and every one of you people sitting at home. You people who will boo me while collecting your welfare checks are nothing but the perfect example of the scum wrestling fans that I detest. All of you should be taken to a field and put out of your misery like Old Yeller was. You fans make me sick just like this entire championship and money driven industry makes me sick. Hell the only reason that I don’t just rip up my contract right now are all the women on the Meltdown roster. I mean, my God. Megan Andrews, Niobe Martin, AND Robina Hood all on one roster is like a dream come true. It’s the only reason why I will grace the rest of the scum that compromises the Meltdown roster my presence. After I left APW before my girlfriend abandoned me just like my father abandoned me when I was younger. She left me…
He looks briefly sad before going back to his usual demeanor.
Jennings: Nobody ever loved me…but if any of those young ladies want to stop by my locker room after I kick Dahlia’s ass and get some from me they can just stop by my locker room because they know just like you’ll all know that I’m the best there is. I’m better than Pepsi, better than Hyatt, better than those diva wrestlers that I want to bang, better than the Guv’nor or any of the four men who are competing to get a shot at the North American Championship. I’m better than the wrestlers who got called up to Asylum and Overdrive and you all are going to find that out first hand. I am what I say I am. I’m the best there is and can’t nobody tell me any different. All of you only care about championships, money, and power. That’s what sets me above all of you. I don’t care about those meaningless things. All I care about is sending a message. This company needs a better class of wrestler and I’m going to give it to them. These fans deserve to see a wrestler who doesn’t care about titles. Titles and awards are for the weak. I’m here to kick people’s asses and it starts this week. Dahlia, you will be the first to know that Michael Jennings is back and is taking over APW one victim at a time…starting with you. I’ll see you in Hell…
Michael Jennings walks off screen with a devious smirk on his face as the scene slowly fades to black.
Philadelphia, Pennsylvania
Afternoon…
A boy around the age of ten is walking down the street near his home he comes across a man who is sitting on the sidewalk next to the side of a building as he walks by. The kid then stops walking and turns around to do a double take. The long haired, scummy looking man who he is looking at looks very familiar. He is a wrestler from APW whom he recognizes from watching APW television network. He starts staring at the man which makes the man turn and give him a look. The man looks angry, grungy, and dirty. There’s also an empty beer bottle next to him as well as some crumpled up newspaper pages and cigarette buds scattered around him. Annoyed, the man finally says something to the kid.
Man: What are you looking at, kid?
The kid hesitates for a moment before responding.
Kid: You’re Michael Jennings, right?
Still smarting from his hangover from the night before, Jennings smirks for a moment before going back to his previous cold, dark stare before responding to the kid.
Jennings: How did you know?
Kid: I saw you on APW a long time ago.
Jennings pauses for a moment while pondering something before coming out of left field with his next thing to say to the kid.
Jennings: Kid…do you love your father?
The boy nods his head.
Kid: Yes.
Jennings seems annoyed by this answer. In fact it only seems to make him more on edge.
Jennings: Does your father like you?
The boy nods his head again.
Kid: Yes.
Jennings sighs. He knows now that this kid is just another victim of a corrupt culture of video games, iPhones, and Gangnam style dancing. He also knows that he must show the kid that he is the worst case scenario of growing up in this society. He points to himself before going on his rant.
Jennings: Look at me, kid. I’m the result of a childhood where my father didn’t love me or like me. A father who spent night after night drinking and bedding a different woman each night. He didn’t care about me. Just about his drinks, his blow up dolls, and his bitches. He didn’t treat me like a son. He treated me like a pitbull he was using to guard his junkyard. Yelling about conservative politics like a drunken Rush Limbaugh night after night he would take away my innocence with his words and his actions with the women he groped. The STDs that he accumulated through years of premarital sex. That ruined me for life. I could be like you, kid. I should be like you. Just another normal, complacent sheep zombie puppet for the government that follows all the trends of society. A society that is built to follow orders instead of question them. A society filled with white trash, scum, philanderers, and…
He looks over to see the reaction of the kid only to see that he has left. He was too busy ranting to see that he was merely talking to himself just like any normal day. It’s been like this for months and months. Days have blurred together which has made him become even more insane than he was before this period of nothingness in his life.
Jennings: Just what I expected. Children with no respect…
He reaches over and grabs the empty beer bottle and drinks from it before tossing it aside.
Jennings: Wrestling is dead. I think it’s time I saved it from itself…
He soon gets up from the ground and walks off down the street as the scene fades to black.
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3/28/2013
Afternoon…
At an old, aging playground filled with rusting old playground equipment the man known to APW fans as Michael Jennings is shown sitting on a swing near the abandoned playground. He gets up from the swing and walks over to the playground before stopping. He brushes his hair back before slowly beginning to speak in a slightly depressive tone.
Jennings: This place…
He motions around for a moment before continuing.
Jennings: Is where I grew up in my tortured childhood with my father Trevor Jennings after my mother got killed instead of my father after he pissed off crime boss Fats Malone. After that my father drank away his sorrows like a man who had been in the desert for days without any water. That coupled with the fact that he banged everything that moved made my childhood not a good one…
He stops for a moment to stare down at the ground at the thoughts of the darkness. Darkness is his relentless enemy and he cannot escape from the darkness of his past. He also cannot forgive his father for creating all of it. His past is what has made him into the monster that he has become. Finally he looks back up toward the camera before continuing.
Jennings: I am the product of my father’s misdeeds. I’m the product of a society that promotes drugs, drinking, video games, premarital sex, shitty dance music, and parents who don’t teach their children common sense. Instead they plop them in front of a television or computer to play games. They give them ipads and ipods and smart phones and proceed to let them do whatever the hell they want. That is what parenting in society has become. It’s created a society of people just like all of these wrestling fans out there.
The looks on his face changes from expressionless to a look of disgust. It’s very clear that this man hates society and everyone in it except for himself.
Jennings: A society filled with scum such as yourselves. Fans who watch wrestling, a sport that is dying a slow death, even when there is no reason to watch it anymore…
His look of disgust changes briefly to a momentary look of sadness before he continues.
Jennings: That’s why I came back. When I close my eyes and go to sleep at night I dream of a world where wrestling was like when I was a kid. Where the wrestlers didn’t care only about money, fame, and titles like the egomaniacs that infest this business like cockroaches do now days. Go from federation to federation and you will see the same things. I used to turn on wrestling back when I was a kid and it was family friendly unlike now days. Now you turn on your flatscreen television sets only to see tattooed scumbags and hookers appearing all over APW programming like something out of the Robert DeNiro Taxi Driver universe. Right now on Meltdown, Overdrive, and Asylum there are guys and gals who only care about their selfish, egocentric desires instead of these fans who cheer them like the sheep they are. It’s like that old video game Lemmings. If one Lemming jumps off of a cliff then the others soon follow.
He brushes his hair back and begins to speak about his match this week. It’s clear he doesn’t care about winning the match at all. In fact it seems more like he just wants to fight his opponent instead of beating him in the ring. He’s not motivated by winning and that is very clear as he continues speaking.
Jennings: Wrestlers like Kevin Dahlia are who I’m talking about. Kevin Dahlia, a man who comes out with a cocky smirk that masks the phoniness underneath. The reality is he is nothing more than a Disney character wearing the mask of an arrogant scumbag.
Jennings clearly has no respect for Kevin Dahlia. This is a man who he believes is a phony and doesn’t practice what he preaches. A man who is a cancer to Meltdown. In his mind this cancer needs to be removed and he’s happy to be the one to cut it out with a scalpel no matter how bloody it gets.
Jennings: You see Dahlia, the last time you were on APW television you were talking about salvation…
The mere thought of this makes him pause for a moment to throw up in his mouth a little bit before getting himself composed and continuing his monologue.
Jennings: The only thing you fail to realize is that I am your salvation, not the other way around. The fact that you were talking about the Guv’nor being a two face is the most hypocritical commentary of all time because you, much like my father the piece of shit known to the APW faithful as Trevor Jennings, are a two face. You aren’t a two face because of your promos. It’s because you don’t walk the walk when you talk the talk. You aren’t the same person both on and off the camera unlike myself.
He starts pointing to himself as he continues to get more worked up as he continues on his rant of hate.
Jennings: What you see with me is what you get. I’m not a nice guy. In fact I’m a scumbag and I admit I’m a scumbag unlike you and all of the fans in the audience. The scum of society that fills up arena after arena with their fat kids who play Angry Birds on tablets while they chow down on popcorn and hot dogs while they watch APW stars kill each other. You are a representation of the sad state of our society today. A society filled with the lowest form of life on this planet. However my theory that society is devolving into a primal state is further confirmed by you calling yourself a hero.
The mere thought of this makes him even more disgusted than he was before. He is clearly full of hate when it comes to this matter. The hatred he has for all of this is beginning to show very clearly in his facial expression. The thought of Dahlia as a hero is about to make him vomit all over the place just thinking about it.
Jennings: Why would you want to be a hero to these fans? These fans don’t care about you just like you don’t care about them. Instead you continue to lie to both them and to yourself. What a phony you are. You’re just like all of these politicians who claim that they will clean up Washington but instead end up taking under the table deals from lobbyists and doing the bidding of PACs and SuperPACs. But alas this is the world we live in. A world driven on power and ego which are two things you clearly know all about because those are the two things you secretly crave no matter what you say. You’re no different than the Guv’nor or any of these other wrestlers that you rail about because all YOU care about is MONEY. MONEY AND TITLES! It’s a sad thing that you are just another zombie in a business that’s become so capitalist and ego driven that every wrestler for the most part is the same. The personalities may be different, the names may be different, the personas and gimmicks may be different…but essentially they are all really the same.
A slight smirk creeps across his face like a worm crawling across the wet dirt as he continues with his monologue.
Jennings: It’s a funny thing that you were talking about The Walking Dead in your last promo considering that the zombie apocalypse that you so enjoyed watching is really about you and others that are like you because YOU are a zombie. YOU and every wrestler like you that only cares about money and titles. You fail to realize that it’s not about money, it’s about sending a message and I plan on sending a message when I kick your ass all over the ring on Meltdown. I’m going to single handedly cause a meltdown and the entire show hopefully will implode thus destroying the other zombies like yourself as well as the wretched steaming cesspool of an arena that we will be competing in. An arena I might add that is filled with the sheep that make up our fanbase. They cheer men and women who don’t give a shit about them much like yourself. All you care about is your wallet being filled with the filthy money that you spend on all those drugs we all know you’re doing. In fact there’s probably rampant drug use all throughout APW and the drug of choice are championship belts since that’s all anybody seems to give a shit about anyway.
He stops for a moment to brush his hair back. The disdain he has for the industry and the wrestling fans in general is very obvious. Jennings believes every word that he’s saying because in his opinion he is the only honest man in wrestling.
Jennings: I’m not expecting these fans to cheer for me even though I’m the only honest man in this entire company…
He pauses for a moment of clarity before continuing.
Jennings: In fact I think they’ll boo me out of the building for being the only wrestler here who speaks the truth. The rest of you are just puppets who tell the people what they want to hear just like the corrupt politicians who are always arguing and squabbling over nothing on Capital Hill as they do the bidding of the lobbyists and political action committees that actually control everything. My integrity and my self respect means more to me than the cheers of you people watching at home eating your potato chips and drinking beer right now. You fat, overweight internet trolls that will light up Twitter and Youtube when you see this with comments degrading me for what I’m saying. Will I care?
He shakes his head for a moment as his facial expression becomes a scowl.
Jennings: No because in the end I have more integrity than each and every one of you people sitting at home. You people who will boo me while collecting your welfare checks are nothing but the perfect example of the scum wrestling fans that I detest. All of you should be taken to a field and put out of your misery like Old Yeller was. You fans make me sick just like this entire championship and money driven industry makes me sick. Hell the only reason that I don’t just rip up my contract right now are all the women on the Meltdown roster. I mean, my God. Megan Andrews, Niobe Martin, AND Robina Hood all on one roster is like a dream come true. It’s the only reason why I will grace the rest of the scum that compromises the Meltdown roster my presence. After I left APW before my girlfriend abandoned me just like my father abandoned me when I was younger. She left me…
He looks briefly sad before going back to his usual demeanor.
Jennings: Nobody ever loved me…but if any of those young ladies want to stop by my locker room after I kick Dahlia’s ass and get some from me they can just stop by my locker room because they know just like you’ll all know that I’m the best there is. I’m better than Pepsi, better than Hyatt, better than those diva wrestlers that I want to bang, better than the Guv’nor or any of the four men who are competing to get a shot at the North American Championship. I’m better than the wrestlers who got called up to Asylum and Overdrive and you all are going to find that out first hand. I am what I say I am. I’m the best there is and can’t nobody tell me any different. All of you only care about championships, money, and power. That’s what sets me above all of you. I don’t care about those meaningless things. All I care about is sending a message. This company needs a better class of wrestler and I’m going to give it to them. These fans deserve to see a wrestler who doesn’t care about titles. Titles and awards are for the weak. I’m here to kick people’s asses and it starts this week. Dahlia, you will be the first to know that Michael Jennings is back and is taking over APW one victim at a time…starting with you. I’ll see you in Hell…
Michael Jennings walks off screen with a devious smirk on his face as the scene slowly fades to black.
