Post by Jonathan Micheals on Aug 27, 2011 2:54:40 GMT -5
The camera flickers on and we see Jonathan Micheals wearing a black suit and holding a bottle of Corona. As the camera zooms in Jonathan takes a long drink before resuming his intense stare at the flames. While staring at the flames he begins to speak with intensity and purpose…
So Sarah ( pauses to smirk) if I can call you that without getting yet another lawyer on the phone threatening me to stay away from Cross Roads, and to stop making passive aggressive threats about what I may do. You see Sarah I have a small problem, a problem I explained to you when you began to seek me out weeks ago. Waving all sorts of money and luxuries my way, promising me this or that, the problem is I do not care what you or your ACW lawyers have to say. I run a Fortune 500 company; you don’t think I have my own team of lawyers!?!? And believe me honey they are not the night school losers that you employ here, I am talking Harvard law school graduates. So before you threaten me with your ambulance chasing, have witted attorneys keep that in mind. You see I was originally just going to run my mouth and scout my new competition out. But since you want to escalate the situation by sending your prepaid legal service attorneys to threaten me, I suppose I may have to escalate my plans for your precious pay per view.
So who should I smack around on Sunday night, should I start with that retard Carnage that you had to waste everyone at Shockwaves time to announce his return? I bet you have some devious plans for him, you know I wonder if he is your new yes man… I am sure everyone would be interested to know what went on during that little meeting the two of you had. Wait lets see here I think I already know that answer… I see you going…blah blah blah… and he was saying… yes ma’am… yup.. sure thing… (Jonathan chuckles) So maybe to show you just how serious I am I will have to ruin your plans by dropping him on his neck and whipping his arse! Hell I might even break his arm to ensure that your plans are screwed up. Maybe then you would take me seriously, or maybe I should join in the festivities of the main event and smack you’re precious champion around. Help that dude win his match so he can stay in ACW, and reach his dreams of becoming the man! Of course then I would have to ruin his party and smack him around too. But that is neither here nor there at this moment.
Jonathan stands up and walks over to the fire placing another log onto it he makes his way over to the wall and takes a picture off of the wall. Before walking back to his seat and sitting down.
You see Sarah oh there it is again maybe I should say Ms D’Angelo… (Jonathan looks deep in thought before getting a very mischievous look on his face once again) Nah Sarah it is, you know I have to wonder do you really understand why I signed your pretty little multimillion dollar contract!?! You see this picture I hold in my hand was my first ever World title, I beat a man with more class in his pinky finger then three quarters of your little roster. It was the greatest night of my life and on the biggest stage of that time. He has long retired in fact he lives in Hawaii now living the good life. Point I am trying to make is I won titles after that, tag titles, singles titles, and World titles. Every promotion yet another stupid name for a title. My God I am surprised that they haven’t come up with a choose your own name championship yet.
Bottom line is if you look at my trophy room there is multiple trophies, belts, etc. But only one picture, do you know why Sarah? Because it is the only one that gave me that rush! Those titles after this one never gave me the same thrill, to be honest the only adrenalin rush I got afterwards was beating someone’s arse and breaking bones. So why did I sign your pretty little contract? Well I guess it was to beat some ass and take some names. You see titles are good for one thing… decorating walls. If I win one while I am here cool I have a few spots I can fill with them. But if I don’t that is probably better in the long run, because I really don’t care either way…
Come to think about it Sarah dear maybe I will skip all the yes men and douche bags in the locker room and just go right to the top! Maybe Sarah I should just come right to you! Now before you get your panties in a bunch I would never physically harm you. So don’t start freaking out and telling the police how I threatened you. What I am thinking has nothing to do with touching you, I guess you could say it is more like a warning shot! A warning shot to start taking me seriously because it could not only be bad for business but just as bad for some people’s health.Till then my beautiful Sarah….Sweet Dreams… and I will see you on Sunday…
As the camera fades to black Jonathan gets up and sits the picture from the wall on the chair before walking away. The camera zooms to see a beaten and bloody Jonathan raising a championship in the air…
So Sarah ( pauses to smirk) if I can call you that without getting yet another lawyer on the phone threatening me to stay away from Cross Roads, and to stop making passive aggressive threats about what I may do. You see Sarah I have a small problem, a problem I explained to you when you began to seek me out weeks ago. Waving all sorts of money and luxuries my way, promising me this or that, the problem is I do not care what you or your ACW lawyers have to say. I run a Fortune 500 company; you don’t think I have my own team of lawyers!?!? And believe me honey they are not the night school losers that you employ here, I am talking Harvard law school graduates. So before you threaten me with your ambulance chasing, have witted attorneys keep that in mind. You see I was originally just going to run my mouth and scout my new competition out. But since you want to escalate the situation by sending your prepaid legal service attorneys to threaten me, I suppose I may have to escalate my plans for your precious pay per view.
So who should I smack around on Sunday night, should I start with that retard Carnage that you had to waste everyone at Shockwaves time to announce his return? I bet you have some devious plans for him, you know I wonder if he is your new yes man… I am sure everyone would be interested to know what went on during that little meeting the two of you had. Wait lets see here I think I already know that answer… I see you going…blah blah blah… and he was saying… yes ma’am… yup.. sure thing… (Jonathan chuckles) So maybe to show you just how serious I am I will have to ruin your plans by dropping him on his neck and whipping his arse! Hell I might even break his arm to ensure that your plans are screwed up. Maybe then you would take me seriously, or maybe I should join in the festivities of the main event and smack you’re precious champion around. Help that dude win his match so he can stay in ACW, and reach his dreams of becoming the man! Of course then I would have to ruin his party and smack him around too. But that is neither here nor there at this moment.
Jonathan stands up and walks over to the fire placing another log onto it he makes his way over to the wall and takes a picture off of the wall. Before walking back to his seat and sitting down.
You see Sarah oh there it is again maybe I should say Ms D’Angelo… (Jonathan looks deep in thought before getting a very mischievous look on his face once again) Nah Sarah it is, you know I have to wonder do you really understand why I signed your pretty little multimillion dollar contract!?! You see this picture I hold in my hand was my first ever World title, I beat a man with more class in his pinky finger then three quarters of your little roster. It was the greatest night of my life and on the biggest stage of that time. He has long retired in fact he lives in Hawaii now living the good life. Point I am trying to make is I won titles after that, tag titles, singles titles, and World titles. Every promotion yet another stupid name for a title. My God I am surprised that they haven’t come up with a choose your own name championship yet.
Bottom line is if you look at my trophy room there is multiple trophies, belts, etc. But only one picture, do you know why Sarah? Because it is the only one that gave me that rush! Those titles after this one never gave me the same thrill, to be honest the only adrenalin rush I got afterwards was beating someone’s arse and breaking bones. So why did I sign your pretty little contract? Well I guess it was to beat some ass and take some names. You see titles are good for one thing… decorating walls. If I win one while I am here cool I have a few spots I can fill with them. But if I don’t that is probably better in the long run, because I really don’t care either way…
Come to think about it Sarah dear maybe I will skip all the yes men and douche bags in the locker room and just go right to the top! Maybe Sarah I should just come right to you! Now before you get your panties in a bunch I would never physically harm you. So don’t start freaking out and telling the police how I threatened you. What I am thinking has nothing to do with touching you, I guess you could say it is more like a warning shot! A warning shot to start taking me seriously because it could not only be bad for business but just as bad for some people’s health.Till then my beautiful Sarah….Sweet Dreams… and I will see you on Sunday…
As the camera fades to black Jonathan gets up and sits the picture from the wall on the chair before walking away. The camera zooms to see a beaten and bloody Jonathan raising a championship in the air…