Post by Michael Jennings on Jun 15, 2013 23:23:01 GMT -4
06/15/2013
Miami, Florida
Night…
The scene opens in a beach house in Miami, Florida. Michael Jennings has been staying there the past few days after Overdrive in New Orleans. The lights are darkened in the house and it’s a very dark, disturbing scene considering there’s all sorts of noises in the background. Michael walks on screen with a sick smile on his face as he begins to speak.
Jennings: My father decided to show up and attack me on Overdrive…
He snarls at the camera before continuing.
Jennings: Yet that wasn’t even the worst part of the show…
Yes, that’s right. There was something worse on Overdrive than my father attacking me backstage and causing a trickle of blood to run down my face. Yet magically that’s not good enough for the powers that be around here. Instead they’d rather waste the audience’s time with some non-wrestlers talking about whatever shitty, boring faction that they’re a part of. Yet that’s good for business and a maniac…LIKE MYSELF…is not. That is why this company fails. That is why we’re all in the depths of Hell right now. The seventh level of Hell to be exact.
Michael then motions to his flatscreen television. The camera pans over to show that a replay of the final brawl that ended Overdrive. Michael points to the television as he starts yelling about what is being shown.
Jennings: WHAT THE HELL IS THIS?! THIS IS WHY THIS COMPANY IS DYING A QUICK DEATH! The top talent in this company is killing it off slowly week by week because all they care about is themselves. It’s all about egos and that’s why this company is going straight down the toilet. The League, the New Sindicate, and the Synndicate seem to be thinking that they are the only things that matter around here. Well I think they’re WRONG! DEAD WRONG which is why I must destroy them. The Synndicate is the lesser of two evils. Or in this case three evils considering there’s a big three in APW.
Michael continues look like a crazed, rabid animal as he continues to rant about various things.
Jennings: Last week Sienna Harrison told me she was going to give me a challenge. She mentioned names like Level One, Terry Marvin, and The Guv’Nor. But instead of those big names who does she put me in a match with? The Emerald Assassin.
His facial expression becomes aggressive and psychotic looking. His eyes are wild like a feral animal. Michael looks like one of the world’s most dangerous locked up serial killers as he continues to speak.
Jennings: Give me a break, Sienna. You promise me a top level match and then book a tag match with myself and Catherine Jewel against the Assassin and Jenny Knite because Evan Envi’s got some injured ribs. However the fact is that match would’ve sucked and everybody knows it. Then it was changed to this after Catherine Jewel revealed she was pregnant with my baby. No I’m stuck in the ring against a guy wearing a jock on his face. Some fake superhero who looks like a child on Halloween who got lost on the way home while on his yearly journey trick or treating in his neighborhood.
Michael pulls out a black ski mask and puts it on his face. He starts pointing at his face as he continues his rant of hate.
Jennings: YOU SEE THIS?! NOW I’M A SUPERHERO JUST LIKE YOU EMERALD ASSASSIN! Or should I say the Emerald Ass since you make an ass out of yourself on a weekly basis. You dress like a child every week and yet expect me along with everyone else in APW to take you seriously? I don’t think so. That shows me that you’re not playing with a full deck. In fact I think that you’re more mentally unstable than I am and that’s saying a lot. That’s the fundamental difference between us. You walk around here wearing a mask like a common criminal whereas my mask…
At this point he pulls off his mask and starts pointing at his face.
Jennings: …is my own face.
He then puts the ski mask back on before pointing at his face one again.
Jennings: This is the mask that I’m using right now to hide the real monster…the monster underneath. I am the monster that your parents told you about when you were younger. Now you need to ask yourself this question. How do you stop a force of nature such as myself? How do you stop someone like this? How do you stop someone who can destroy people without even wrestling them in the ring? How can you stop someone who can win a war without even lifting a finger? The fact is YOU CAN’T! Because I’m on another level than anyone else in this damn company and you all KNOW IT. The not so imaginary glass ceiling in this company was shattered the moment I came back to this wretched organization.
I’m an indestructible wrestling machine and I get better every week. You will soon find out that I’m on another level. You and everyone sitting at their homes watching this are sitting on their asses watching me be better than they ever were. People like my father who will never amount to anything in this business. I don’t want a piece of the world. I want the whole world and I want the whole world to burn. That’s why I’m here. The League basically said they want to save the world…wasn’t I saying that weeks ago? But then again everyone will ignore that since I don’t have the backing of management and they do. That was shown when my match, which was one of the most heated during the Mayhem pay-per-view period, was bumped from that show and put on Super Meltdown in favor of…Billy Pepsi vs. Roy Speede. Are you kidding me? Nobody wanted to see that shit. They wanted to see me kick Ellis Graham’s ass all over the damn building! AND THAT’S EXACTLY WHAT I DID! I KICKED HIS ASS AND HE RAN FROM APW LIKE THE COWARD THAT HE IS! But then again I’m not a nice person. I took great pleasure in torturing him physically, mentally, and verbally. But that leads me to the one connection in this match. The word hero can be applied to both of us but in much different ways. You are an actual yet I am referred to as The Anti-Hero.
There’s a reason these people call me an Anti-Hero. The reason these people call me the APW Anti-Hero is because I’m not a hero. I never was and I never will be. I’M A SICK HUMAN BEING! I’M SICK JUST LIKE EVERY ONE OF THE FANS IS A SICK HUMAN BEING BECAUSE ONLY SICK HUMAN BEINGS WOULD WATCH WRESTLING PROGRAMMING ON A WEEKLY BASIS! They’re all sick just like I’m sick and that’s how they relate to me. Because every fan sitting in the audience at our shows is just as insane and mentally unstable as the wrestlers competing in the rings are. This business is filled with a bunch of psychopathic, mentally unstable rejects of society who only feel good about themselves by having as much attention on themselves as possible. Wrestlers like the Emerald Assassin who dress in costumes in order to make themselves feel special.
THEY COME ON NATIONAL TELEVISION DRESSED LIKE LITTLE CHILDREN AND EXPECT TO BE TAKEN SERIOUSLY! You dress like a superhero which automatically makes you a joke without a punch line in my eyes. Wait…I take that back. There is a punch line to the joke and IT’S THAT YOU GET MORE PROMOTED BY APW MANAGEMENT THAN I DO! That is a disgrace to this business and this company. That is why I am at war with the top people here. However you don’t fit that bill, Assassin. From what I’m seeing you’re nothing more than a prop. A prop that has arms and legs yet is still nothing more than a prop that shouldn’t be anywhere near a wrestling ring.
That is why I must destroy you in the ring, Assassin. But then again I’m not doing this for myself. I’m doing it for all the children at home who look up to you like a false idol, a Tin God, for them to cheer for. In a reality as sick and twisted as this one I am their salvation. I come back to this company to save their spiritual lives SO THAT THEY DON’T BECOME AS SICK AND TWISTED AS I AM! I DON’T WANT THEM TO END UP BEING A SAVAGE BEAST LIKE I BECAME WHEN I GREW UP! THERE’S HOPE FOR THEM! THERE’S HOPE FOR THEM AND IT’S FINDING THE INNER SERENITY THAT I NEVER HAD! That is why I must hurt you, Emerald Assassin. I need to show the children that their false Gods like yourself are nothing more an illusion to distract them from their own inner torment and suffering.
Now I saw your little speech, Assassin. You are a man who has found yourself on the precipice of a war that has nothing to do with you. You need to realize something, rookie. You are being manipulated by the REAL EVIL in this company. It’s the management in the back that has taken notice of you. It’s not because you’re but because you’re someone who they can easily use and manipulate unlike myself. That’s why they’ve manipulated you into stepping into the ring with me. You may be an underdog rookie but so was I once. You want to be considered a true contender and a warrior by beating me yet you WON’T beat me. You’re already thinking ahead which is why you will fail. Just like all of these fans sitting at home eating pork rinds and drinking beers. I will shatter your dreams quicker than I shatter your bones and splatter your innards all over the ring.
You say that you’re out for truth, justice, and the American way yet there’s more countries in this world than America. America is just a small slice in a bigger picture. A picture of disease, famine, destructive weather, wars, conflicts, and death. THAT IS MY WORLD! THAT IS MY REALITY! THIS WORLD IS GOING TO HELL AND YOU ALONG WITH EVERYONE ELSE IS GOING TO THERE WITH ME! You talk about fighting for people who can’t defend themselves yet you fight for Envi, who AMBUSHED the Sindicates on Overdrive which makes you nothing more than your average, run of the mill wrestling hypocrite just like eighty percent of the damn APW locker room.
The only thing Envi sees in you is a vehicle to weaken me before the pay-per-view. That’s all you are. A prop that’s a means to an end. You are nothing more than a tire iron or a crowbar Envi is using to take me out. The fact that you’re such a dense, dull idiot and can’t see this without me pointing it out shows me that you’re not worth my time. You will be NOTHING in this sport because you have no common sense. Now you said that I’m not getting into the ring with the new guy who dresses up like a superhero…if that’s not the case then who am I getting into the ring with? That whole comment alone shows just how out of touch with reality you truly are.
I on the other hand have a firm grasp of reality and what is going on around me in the APW universe. I should’ve been tipped off to this given your broken English, bad grammar, and run on sentences that you were speaking during your rambling. On Meltdown I’m sending you to Hell and if anyone gets involved they’ll be going with you. I’ll see you in the ring.
He walks off screen cackling maniacally as the scene fades out.
Miami, Florida
Night…
The scene opens in a beach house in Miami, Florida. Michael Jennings has been staying there the past few days after Overdrive in New Orleans. The lights are darkened in the house and it’s a very dark, disturbing scene considering there’s all sorts of noises in the background. Michael walks on screen with a sick smile on his face as he begins to speak.
Jennings: My father decided to show up and attack me on Overdrive…
He snarls at the camera before continuing.
Jennings: Yet that wasn’t even the worst part of the show…
Yes, that’s right. There was something worse on Overdrive than my father attacking me backstage and causing a trickle of blood to run down my face. Yet magically that’s not good enough for the powers that be around here. Instead they’d rather waste the audience’s time with some non-wrestlers talking about whatever shitty, boring faction that they’re a part of. Yet that’s good for business and a maniac…LIKE MYSELF…is not. That is why this company fails. That is why we’re all in the depths of Hell right now. The seventh level of Hell to be exact.
Michael then motions to his flatscreen television. The camera pans over to show that a replay of the final brawl that ended Overdrive. Michael points to the television as he starts yelling about what is being shown.
Jennings: WHAT THE HELL IS THIS?! THIS IS WHY THIS COMPANY IS DYING A QUICK DEATH! The top talent in this company is killing it off slowly week by week because all they care about is themselves. It’s all about egos and that’s why this company is going straight down the toilet. The League, the New Sindicate, and the Synndicate seem to be thinking that they are the only things that matter around here. Well I think they’re WRONG! DEAD WRONG which is why I must destroy them. The Synndicate is the lesser of two evils. Or in this case three evils considering there’s a big three in APW.
Michael continues look like a crazed, rabid animal as he continues to rant about various things.
Jennings: Last week Sienna Harrison told me she was going to give me a challenge. She mentioned names like Level One, Terry Marvin, and The Guv’Nor. But instead of those big names who does she put me in a match with? The Emerald Assassin.
His facial expression becomes aggressive and psychotic looking. His eyes are wild like a feral animal. Michael looks like one of the world’s most dangerous locked up serial killers as he continues to speak.
Jennings: Give me a break, Sienna. You promise me a top level match and then book a tag match with myself and Catherine Jewel against the Assassin and Jenny Knite because Evan Envi’s got some injured ribs. However the fact is that match would’ve sucked and everybody knows it. Then it was changed to this after Catherine Jewel revealed she was pregnant with my baby. No I’m stuck in the ring against a guy wearing a jock on his face. Some fake superhero who looks like a child on Halloween who got lost on the way home while on his yearly journey trick or treating in his neighborhood.
Michael pulls out a black ski mask and puts it on his face. He starts pointing at his face as he continues his rant of hate.
Jennings: YOU SEE THIS?! NOW I’M A SUPERHERO JUST LIKE YOU EMERALD ASSASSIN! Or should I say the Emerald Ass since you make an ass out of yourself on a weekly basis. You dress like a child every week and yet expect me along with everyone else in APW to take you seriously? I don’t think so. That shows me that you’re not playing with a full deck. In fact I think that you’re more mentally unstable than I am and that’s saying a lot. That’s the fundamental difference between us. You walk around here wearing a mask like a common criminal whereas my mask…
At this point he pulls off his mask and starts pointing at his face.
Jennings: …is my own face.
He then puts the ski mask back on before pointing at his face one again.
Jennings: This is the mask that I’m using right now to hide the real monster…the monster underneath. I am the monster that your parents told you about when you were younger. Now you need to ask yourself this question. How do you stop a force of nature such as myself? How do you stop someone like this? How do you stop someone who can destroy people without even wrestling them in the ring? How can you stop someone who can win a war without even lifting a finger? The fact is YOU CAN’T! Because I’m on another level than anyone else in this damn company and you all KNOW IT. The not so imaginary glass ceiling in this company was shattered the moment I came back to this wretched organization.
I’m an indestructible wrestling machine and I get better every week. You will soon find out that I’m on another level. You and everyone sitting at their homes watching this are sitting on their asses watching me be better than they ever were. People like my father who will never amount to anything in this business. I don’t want a piece of the world. I want the whole world and I want the whole world to burn. That’s why I’m here. The League basically said they want to save the world…wasn’t I saying that weeks ago? But then again everyone will ignore that since I don’t have the backing of management and they do. That was shown when my match, which was one of the most heated during the Mayhem pay-per-view period, was bumped from that show and put on Super Meltdown in favor of…Billy Pepsi vs. Roy Speede. Are you kidding me? Nobody wanted to see that shit. They wanted to see me kick Ellis Graham’s ass all over the damn building! AND THAT’S EXACTLY WHAT I DID! I KICKED HIS ASS AND HE RAN FROM APW LIKE THE COWARD THAT HE IS! But then again I’m not a nice person. I took great pleasure in torturing him physically, mentally, and verbally. But that leads me to the one connection in this match. The word hero can be applied to both of us but in much different ways. You are an actual yet I am referred to as The Anti-Hero.
There’s a reason these people call me an Anti-Hero. The reason these people call me the APW Anti-Hero is because I’m not a hero. I never was and I never will be. I’M A SICK HUMAN BEING! I’M SICK JUST LIKE EVERY ONE OF THE FANS IS A SICK HUMAN BEING BECAUSE ONLY SICK HUMAN BEINGS WOULD WATCH WRESTLING PROGRAMMING ON A WEEKLY BASIS! They’re all sick just like I’m sick and that’s how they relate to me. Because every fan sitting in the audience at our shows is just as insane and mentally unstable as the wrestlers competing in the rings are. This business is filled with a bunch of psychopathic, mentally unstable rejects of society who only feel good about themselves by having as much attention on themselves as possible. Wrestlers like the Emerald Assassin who dress in costumes in order to make themselves feel special.
THEY COME ON NATIONAL TELEVISION DRESSED LIKE LITTLE CHILDREN AND EXPECT TO BE TAKEN SERIOUSLY! You dress like a superhero which automatically makes you a joke without a punch line in my eyes. Wait…I take that back. There is a punch line to the joke and IT’S THAT YOU GET MORE PROMOTED BY APW MANAGEMENT THAN I DO! That is a disgrace to this business and this company. That is why I am at war with the top people here. However you don’t fit that bill, Assassin. From what I’m seeing you’re nothing more than a prop. A prop that has arms and legs yet is still nothing more than a prop that shouldn’t be anywhere near a wrestling ring.
That is why I must destroy you in the ring, Assassin. But then again I’m not doing this for myself. I’m doing it for all the children at home who look up to you like a false idol, a Tin God, for them to cheer for. In a reality as sick and twisted as this one I am their salvation. I come back to this company to save their spiritual lives SO THAT THEY DON’T BECOME AS SICK AND TWISTED AS I AM! I DON’T WANT THEM TO END UP BEING A SAVAGE BEAST LIKE I BECAME WHEN I GREW UP! THERE’S HOPE FOR THEM! THERE’S HOPE FOR THEM AND IT’S FINDING THE INNER SERENITY THAT I NEVER HAD! That is why I must hurt you, Emerald Assassin. I need to show the children that their false Gods like yourself are nothing more an illusion to distract them from their own inner torment and suffering.
Now I saw your little speech, Assassin. You are a man who has found yourself on the precipice of a war that has nothing to do with you. You need to realize something, rookie. You are being manipulated by the REAL EVIL in this company. It’s the management in the back that has taken notice of you. It’s not because you’re but because you’re someone who they can easily use and manipulate unlike myself. That’s why they’ve manipulated you into stepping into the ring with me. You may be an underdog rookie but so was I once. You want to be considered a true contender and a warrior by beating me yet you WON’T beat me. You’re already thinking ahead which is why you will fail. Just like all of these fans sitting at home eating pork rinds and drinking beers. I will shatter your dreams quicker than I shatter your bones and splatter your innards all over the ring.
You say that you’re out for truth, justice, and the American way yet there’s more countries in this world than America. America is just a small slice in a bigger picture. A picture of disease, famine, destructive weather, wars, conflicts, and death. THAT IS MY WORLD! THAT IS MY REALITY! THIS WORLD IS GOING TO HELL AND YOU ALONG WITH EVERYONE ELSE IS GOING TO THERE WITH ME! You talk about fighting for people who can’t defend themselves yet you fight for Envi, who AMBUSHED the Sindicates on Overdrive which makes you nothing more than your average, run of the mill wrestling hypocrite just like eighty percent of the damn APW locker room.
The only thing Envi sees in you is a vehicle to weaken me before the pay-per-view. That’s all you are. A prop that’s a means to an end. You are nothing more than a tire iron or a crowbar Envi is using to take me out. The fact that you’re such a dense, dull idiot and can’t see this without me pointing it out shows me that you’re not worth my time. You will be NOTHING in this sport because you have no common sense. Now you said that I’m not getting into the ring with the new guy who dresses up like a superhero…if that’s not the case then who am I getting into the ring with? That whole comment alone shows just how out of touch with reality you truly are.
I on the other hand have a firm grasp of reality and what is going on around me in the APW universe. I should’ve been tipped off to this given your broken English, bad grammar, and run on sentences that you were speaking during your rambling. On Meltdown I’m sending you to Hell and if anyone gets involved they’ll be going with you. I’ll see you in the ring.
He walks off screen cackling maniacally as the scene fades out.
