Post by morrison on May 5, 2011 21:18:36 GMT -5
(The scene opens up to a cold and dark cemetery. It’s a misty night, as the smell of rain is in the air, and the wind is lightly blowing. A scan across the facility shows different burial plots with headstones of many shapes and sizes. Some plots have been neatly kept by the surviving relatives; with arrangements of beautiful flowers all around. Others look like they haven’t been visited in years; the grass too long and the headstones so dirty that the words inscribed can’t be read. It’s quite a hodgepodge of memories but that doesn’t erase the fact that it’s a cemetery and it’s creepy.
The camera focuses on a particular headstone that appears to be made out of fine marble. The craftsmanship is exquisite and it appears to be first class all the way. There are flowers all around and the surrounding grass has been freshly mowed. The words on the headstone are tough to read, at first, but a closer look reveals the following
A few moments go by when the reigning PCW Platinum Champion, Michael Morrison, enters the picture. Michael is wearing a black suit with his sunglasses resting on the top of his head and the PCW Platinum Championship belt is draped over his right shoulder. He circles the headstone and studies it intently. He looks at the flowers and smirks. He takes a deep breath and upon reading the inscription, true greatness begins to laugh. He takes the PCW Platinum Championship belt and places it on top of the headstone; folding his arms and continuing to flash a cocky smirk.)
“True Greatness” Michael Morrison: April 9th was a big day for you, wasn’t it Damon? It’s a day that you probably wrote about quite frequently in that stupid journal of yours. You finally felt like a man, huh? Now for those who might be scratching their heads, wondering why, exactly, I’m bringing up April 9th, well, that’s the day that Damon officially challenged me to a PCW Platinum Championship match. And of course, being the true competitor that I am, I accepted his challenge and the stage was set. But April 9th was much more than just a match being set up. April 9th was much more than signing on the dotted line to make our first encounter official. April 9th was the day that you, Damon Warrens, decided that you were ready to step up and face main-event caliber talent. You see, up until that point, you had mainly pieced around in the Brawl Championship division. And before I continue, look, I understand the Brawl division. Do I like that style of wrestling? No. Do I think Brawl Champions are relevant in Premium Championship Wrestling? Of course not. But it is a championship belt and gold is gold. That still doesn’t hide the fact, however, that the Brawl Championship is all you accomplished.
So on April 9th, you decided that you were going to step up and challenge me for the PCW Platinum Championship; the most prestigious title in the world today. The heights that I’ve taken this belt since taking it away from that loser Israel Steele has been unprecedented. People can’t stop talking about me or my title. It comes natural when you’re true greatness. But you, Damon Warrens, thought that you had what it took to take me down. You, Damon Warrens, threw out the usual spiel about how I was a joke and how I cheated to win matches, blah, blah, blah. No matter that I retired your fearless leader, James Baker. No matter that I dominated Israel Steele so many times that he ran away with his tail tucked between his legs. You, Damon Warrens, were going to be the next PCW Platinum Champion and that was that.
So flash-forward to April 30th at Shellshock and you finally got your opportunity. You finally got your opportunity to not only carry the banner for Generation Xtreme but also show everyone that you’re main-event talent. Well guess what Damon; you failed miserably. You see, just like James Baker a few weeks before on Rapture, you threw everything but the kitchen sink at me and you STILL couldn’t get the job done. One of the things that I pride myself on is not only am I true greatness but I can also withstand a ton of damage. It doesn’t really matter what you do to me because no matter what, I’ll continue to get up. And Shellshock was no different.
At one point, you hit me square in the head with a chair and then followed that up with Da Xtreme Knockout. A very impressive combination, indeed, but guess what; I kicked out. Then, you decided to hit me with Starstruck…another impressive move…but AGAIN, I interrupted the count to three. You couldn’t put me away Damon and I think you realized that during our match. You see, you like to rag on me and discredit everything I do. You like to try and expose me to be a fraud but you know what? Winners find a way to get the job done and Michael Morrison is a winner. Hell, if anything, I was at a disadvantage. I mean, you had the RETIRED James Baker at ringside, setting up a two-on-one situation, and you still couldn’t pull out the victory. What does that say to you Damon? What does all this evidence prove? Well to me, it proves what I said all along…you’re not ready to face somebody the caliber of Michael Morrison. You’re not ready to compete for something as prestigious as the PCW Platinum Championship.
Now, I have a pretty good idea on what you’re going to write in your stupid little journal coming up. You’re going to say that you had the match right where you wanted it but because of a low blow, you lost. Again, blah, blah, blah. You see Damon, if you want to blame somebody, blame James Baker. If I remember correctly, I believe he was on the apron distracting the referee. I believe James was the one who opened the door for me to take advantage of the cards dealt to me and pull out the victory. Now I’m sure you’ll bitch and moan because you seem to be a little over-the-top emotionally but at the end of the day, I’m the one with the belt and you’re not.
But congratulations, I see you’re getting another crack at the PCW Brawl Championship and looking at the other two competitors, I have no doubt that you’ll take home gold. And good for you Damon, the Brawl division is where you belong. It’s your home! It’s your destiny. You’re not of my caliber. You’re not good enough to beat me nor put MY Platinum Championship belt around your waist. And that’s ok…there’s nothing wrong with that. There’s absolutely nothing wrong with being the greatest Brawl Champion of all-time. Oh sure, nobody will pay attention to you and lord knows that you’ll be curtain jerking most Raptures and pay-per-views but hey, you can only do your best, right? And your best wasn’t good enough at Shellshock.
Damon, I appreciate the exhibition match at Shellshock but leave the main-event scene to Michael Morrison. In fact, check out the main event at Rapture to see what top level talent is all about. Yoshiru Long…Sickboy…Michael Morrison….the three best that Premium Championship Wrestling has to offer. You, well, you will have competed, showered and be dressed in street clothes by the time I hit the ring. I hope you’ll have a notepad in hand and take steady notes. Because I am true greatness and I am main-event caliber. You? Well…hold that Brawl belt tightly if you win it; because that’s the BEST you can do.
Your main-event dream lasted a whopping 21 days…but now? Rest In Peace.
(Michael laughs as he picks up his belt and drapes it over his right shoulder. He begins to walk away but then stops and looks over the headstone again.)
“True Greatness” Michael Morrison: This headstone reminds me of just one more thing and this is a message for James Baker. James, let me make this as clear as possible and hopefully somebody even as stupid as you can comprehend. You are retired. I, Michael Morrison, retired you. I, Michael Morrison, retired Generation Xtreme. So I tell you what…you can go ahead and try to get involved in my business. You can show up at ringside like you did at Shellshock and you can try to help your buddies beat me. But you know something Baker? Despite all your efforts, you are irrelevant. Your time has come and gone here in Premium Championship Wrestling. You’re nothing more than a mouthpiece and you’re not even a good one at that. You see, you might think that you’re still a badass and an important piece to the PCW puzzle but guess what? Nobody cares about you anymore. Ever since Rapture, when I retired your ass, people have come to realize that James Baker is nothing more than an overrated piece of shit. You can stand there and spew your garbage on the microphone. You can stand there and try selling the PCW fans that Generation Xtreme is a powerful group. But you know what? The evidence is too much to ignore. I retired your ass, I basically retired Israel Steele’s ass and I retired any thought that Damon Warrens had of being a main event wrestler.
So let me give you a piece of advice and this is on the house; go do something else. Whether it’s learning to play chess, taking up needlepoint or making sculptures out of clay…I think your time in professional wrestling has passed. You’re nothing more than a caricature of yourself and it’s only going to get worse. You see, you remind me of a baseball player who hangs on too long. The organization is ready to move on but you’re still stuck in the place you were in ten years ago. It’s painfully obvious that you don’t have what it takes anymore and it seems like YOU are the only one who hasn’t come to terms with that. Face it pal…you’re done, Generation Next is done and Da Xtreme Dynasty is done. And you know what? It’s all done because of ME, true greatness himself, Michael Morrison. Your time in the sun has come and your time in the sun has gone.
Now I feel like I’ve been patient enough with you, Baker, but heed my warnings; don’t get involved in my business again. You might try to get this PCW Platinum Championship belt off me but it simply isn’t going to work. I am too good for you and your cronies. I certainly have bigger fish to fry than you so buzz off. And believe me when I tell you…it would be in your best interest to listen to what I have to say. I did retire you, after all.
(Michael laughs as he walks over to another plot. The headstone is blank and the plot itself is open and empty. As Michael kneels down and rubs his left hand along the edge, he laughs.)
“True Greatness” Michael Morrison: So who’s next? Who will be the next person whose main event dream I will crush? Who will be the next person to vow that they will be the next PCW Platinum Champion, only to fail and fail convincingly? Ah yes, I believe the answer comes from my match coming up at Rapture. You see, it’s the Elite…Yoshiru Long and Sickboy…teaming up with yours truly…to take on Nightrain and Draven Logan Kennedy’s band of misfits, Dawn of the New Age. Wait a second, really? Draven Logan Kennedy is involved in the main event again? What the hell is this? Are we even trying to keep paying customers? Good Lord…
(Michael shakes his head.)
“True Greatness” Michael Morrison: Well Draven nor his misfits are worth the breath that comes out of my mouth so I guess that leaves one person and one person only…Nightrain. Yes Nightrain, it’s only fitting that I stand over this empty plot because this is your scene, isn’t it? Don’t you like to walk around in graveyards with a shovel in your hand and a threat in your heart? I don’t know if it’s an act or just your freakish way of living your life but hey, to each their own. But it’s ironic that I’m standing before an empty plot because this right here represents your future.
You see Nightrain, I enjoy exposing people as frauds. There’s nothing I enjoy more than seeing somebody who thinks their shit doesn’t stink and then when the rubber meets the road, well, true greatness shows each and every one watching what an overrated piece of trash they really are. Israel Steele? Check. James Baker? Check. Damon Warrens? Check. Johnny Scumm? Check. Draven Logan Kennedy? Check. The list goes on and on. Everyone put in front of me has been defeated and I defeated them with ease. There’s not a single person in Premium Championship Wrestling who can say they got the best of true greatness. Well guess what Nightrain, you’re next on my list.
On paper, you’ve been on a pretty good roll here lately. Hell, you’ve fought for the PCW World Heavyweight Championship at the last two pay-per-views. First off, a one-on-one match at Super Clash…the biggest event of the year for Premium Championship Wrestling. A nice little feather in your cap. Well you lost. Then, at Shellshock, you wrestled for the big belt once again. And, once again, you lost. So naturally, PCW management decided to put you in ANOTHER main event match. Sure, makes perfect sense. Well guess what? I’m going to make sure that this upcoming Rapture is the last time you EVER compete in a main event match again.
You see, just like Damon Warrrens, I think you’re overmatched. Wrestling Long at the last two pay-per-views had more to do with convenience then your skill level. You were simply in the right place at the right time. Nothing more…nothing less. Now you might disagree with my comments but you know what…I’m not sure we’ll even hear from you. Hell, anymore, it seems like all you do is show up to Rapture, lose, stay silent, show up at the next Rapture, lose…wash, rinse and repeat.
You want to know what I think Nightrain? I think you’re overwhelmed. I think you realized that you’re in WAY over your head and you cracked under the pressure. Well you’re in my way pal and I’m aiming to get rid of you. Hell, I’m recommending that you go wrestle Damon for that worthless Brawl Championship. You two seem to be at the same skill level. But before you do that, let me throw something out at you. I’m going to throw you a bone because that’s the kind of guy I am. I’m offering you a shot at MY PCW Platinum Championship. Yes sir, you heard me right. I don’t care when and I don’t care where…Michael Morrison versus Nightrain for the PCW Platinum Championship. Now before you call your mommy and all your friends…pissing yourself with excitement…let me make one thing perfectly clear. I’m not offering you this title match because it’s going to be a challenge. I’m not offering you this title match because I want to see how I stack up with you. No, the only reason I’m offering you this match is because one, it will be an easy pay day for me and two, I want to bury your main event dreams just like I did Damon Warrens. Nothing would satisfy me more than to see you crying on the mat; knowing that Michael Morrison just destroyed all of your credibility. So Nightrain, the offer is on the table and I look forward to your response. I’m sure, with shovel in hand, you’ll be beating your chest saying that you’ll be the next Platinum Champion. But you know what? Damon said the exact same thing and look what happened to him. I’ll see you at Rapture pal and try not to piss your pants when you’re standing across the ring from the three best in Premium Championship Wrestling.
(Michael laughs as the Vendor rushes onto the scene. He’s holding a Ouija board and shaking like a leaf.)
“True Greatness” Michael Morrison: Vendor, what the hell is wrong with you?
The Vendor: Miiiichael, it was scary! I was playing with this Ouija board when all of a sudden, the piece started to move!
(Michael rolls his eyes.)
“True Greatness” Michael Morrison: Ok Vendor, I’ll play along. What did the stupid board say?
The Vendor: Miiiiichael, the letters spelled out G-E-N-E-R-A-T-I-O-N X-T-R-E-M-E I-S D-E-A-D. What does it mean Miiiichael? Ghosts were speaking to me.
“True Greatness” Michael Morrison: It seems to me, Vendor, that Casper and his friends know exactly what is going on. Even the dead know what true greatness is all about.
The Vendor: Miiiichael, I’m scared! Let’s get out of here.
(A gust of wind blows and the Vendor is in sheer panic mode now.)
The Vendor: AAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH.
(The Vendor jumps into the empty plot and as Michael looks down, the Vendor is in the fetal position and sucking his thumb. Michael laughs as he throws the Ouija board down the hole.)
“True Greatness” Michael Morrison: Good luck down there buddy. I have a main event match to prepare for and make sure you leave enough room for Nightrain after I beat his ass.
(Michael walks out of the picture and the scene fades to black.)
The camera focuses on a particular headstone that appears to be made out of fine marble. The craftsmanship is exquisite and it appears to be first class all the way. There are flowers all around and the surrounding grass has been freshly mowed. The words on the headstone are tough to read, at first, but a closer look reveals the following
“Damon Warrens: April 9, 2011-April 30, 2011”
A few moments go by when the reigning PCW Platinum Champion, Michael Morrison, enters the picture. Michael is wearing a black suit with his sunglasses resting on the top of his head and the PCW Platinum Championship belt is draped over his right shoulder. He circles the headstone and studies it intently. He looks at the flowers and smirks. He takes a deep breath and upon reading the inscription, true greatness begins to laugh. He takes the PCW Platinum Championship belt and places it on top of the headstone; folding his arms and continuing to flash a cocky smirk.)
“True Greatness” Michael Morrison: April 9th was a big day for you, wasn’t it Damon? It’s a day that you probably wrote about quite frequently in that stupid journal of yours. You finally felt like a man, huh? Now for those who might be scratching their heads, wondering why, exactly, I’m bringing up April 9th, well, that’s the day that Damon officially challenged me to a PCW Platinum Championship match. And of course, being the true competitor that I am, I accepted his challenge and the stage was set. But April 9th was much more than just a match being set up. April 9th was much more than signing on the dotted line to make our first encounter official. April 9th was the day that you, Damon Warrens, decided that you were ready to step up and face main-event caliber talent. You see, up until that point, you had mainly pieced around in the Brawl Championship division. And before I continue, look, I understand the Brawl division. Do I like that style of wrestling? No. Do I think Brawl Champions are relevant in Premium Championship Wrestling? Of course not. But it is a championship belt and gold is gold. That still doesn’t hide the fact, however, that the Brawl Championship is all you accomplished.
So on April 9th, you decided that you were going to step up and challenge me for the PCW Platinum Championship; the most prestigious title in the world today. The heights that I’ve taken this belt since taking it away from that loser Israel Steele has been unprecedented. People can’t stop talking about me or my title. It comes natural when you’re true greatness. But you, Damon Warrens, thought that you had what it took to take me down. You, Damon Warrens, threw out the usual spiel about how I was a joke and how I cheated to win matches, blah, blah, blah. No matter that I retired your fearless leader, James Baker. No matter that I dominated Israel Steele so many times that he ran away with his tail tucked between his legs. You, Damon Warrens, were going to be the next PCW Platinum Champion and that was that.
So flash-forward to April 30th at Shellshock and you finally got your opportunity. You finally got your opportunity to not only carry the banner for Generation Xtreme but also show everyone that you’re main-event talent. Well guess what Damon; you failed miserably. You see, just like James Baker a few weeks before on Rapture, you threw everything but the kitchen sink at me and you STILL couldn’t get the job done. One of the things that I pride myself on is not only am I true greatness but I can also withstand a ton of damage. It doesn’t really matter what you do to me because no matter what, I’ll continue to get up. And Shellshock was no different.
At one point, you hit me square in the head with a chair and then followed that up with Da Xtreme Knockout. A very impressive combination, indeed, but guess what; I kicked out. Then, you decided to hit me with Starstruck…another impressive move…but AGAIN, I interrupted the count to three. You couldn’t put me away Damon and I think you realized that during our match. You see, you like to rag on me and discredit everything I do. You like to try and expose me to be a fraud but you know what? Winners find a way to get the job done and Michael Morrison is a winner. Hell, if anything, I was at a disadvantage. I mean, you had the RETIRED James Baker at ringside, setting up a two-on-one situation, and you still couldn’t pull out the victory. What does that say to you Damon? What does all this evidence prove? Well to me, it proves what I said all along…you’re not ready to face somebody the caliber of Michael Morrison. You’re not ready to compete for something as prestigious as the PCW Platinum Championship.
Now, I have a pretty good idea on what you’re going to write in your stupid little journal coming up. You’re going to say that you had the match right where you wanted it but because of a low blow, you lost. Again, blah, blah, blah. You see Damon, if you want to blame somebody, blame James Baker. If I remember correctly, I believe he was on the apron distracting the referee. I believe James was the one who opened the door for me to take advantage of the cards dealt to me and pull out the victory. Now I’m sure you’ll bitch and moan because you seem to be a little over-the-top emotionally but at the end of the day, I’m the one with the belt and you’re not.
But congratulations, I see you’re getting another crack at the PCW Brawl Championship and looking at the other two competitors, I have no doubt that you’ll take home gold. And good for you Damon, the Brawl division is where you belong. It’s your home! It’s your destiny. You’re not of my caliber. You’re not good enough to beat me nor put MY Platinum Championship belt around your waist. And that’s ok…there’s nothing wrong with that. There’s absolutely nothing wrong with being the greatest Brawl Champion of all-time. Oh sure, nobody will pay attention to you and lord knows that you’ll be curtain jerking most Raptures and pay-per-views but hey, you can only do your best, right? And your best wasn’t good enough at Shellshock.
Damon, I appreciate the exhibition match at Shellshock but leave the main-event scene to Michael Morrison. In fact, check out the main event at Rapture to see what top level talent is all about. Yoshiru Long…Sickboy…Michael Morrison….the three best that Premium Championship Wrestling has to offer. You, well, you will have competed, showered and be dressed in street clothes by the time I hit the ring. I hope you’ll have a notepad in hand and take steady notes. Because I am true greatness and I am main-event caliber. You? Well…hold that Brawl belt tightly if you win it; because that’s the BEST you can do.
Your main-event dream lasted a whopping 21 days…but now? Rest In Peace.
(Michael laughs as he picks up his belt and drapes it over his right shoulder. He begins to walk away but then stops and looks over the headstone again.)
“True Greatness” Michael Morrison: This headstone reminds me of just one more thing and this is a message for James Baker. James, let me make this as clear as possible and hopefully somebody even as stupid as you can comprehend. You are retired. I, Michael Morrison, retired you. I, Michael Morrison, retired Generation Xtreme. So I tell you what…you can go ahead and try to get involved in my business. You can show up at ringside like you did at Shellshock and you can try to help your buddies beat me. But you know something Baker? Despite all your efforts, you are irrelevant. Your time has come and gone here in Premium Championship Wrestling. You’re nothing more than a mouthpiece and you’re not even a good one at that. You see, you might think that you’re still a badass and an important piece to the PCW puzzle but guess what? Nobody cares about you anymore. Ever since Rapture, when I retired your ass, people have come to realize that James Baker is nothing more than an overrated piece of shit. You can stand there and spew your garbage on the microphone. You can stand there and try selling the PCW fans that Generation Xtreme is a powerful group. But you know what? The evidence is too much to ignore. I retired your ass, I basically retired Israel Steele’s ass and I retired any thought that Damon Warrens had of being a main event wrestler.
So let me give you a piece of advice and this is on the house; go do something else. Whether it’s learning to play chess, taking up needlepoint or making sculptures out of clay…I think your time in professional wrestling has passed. You’re nothing more than a caricature of yourself and it’s only going to get worse. You see, you remind me of a baseball player who hangs on too long. The organization is ready to move on but you’re still stuck in the place you were in ten years ago. It’s painfully obvious that you don’t have what it takes anymore and it seems like YOU are the only one who hasn’t come to terms with that. Face it pal…you’re done, Generation Next is done and Da Xtreme Dynasty is done. And you know what? It’s all done because of ME, true greatness himself, Michael Morrison. Your time in the sun has come and your time in the sun has gone.
Now I feel like I’ve been patient enough with you, Baker, but heed my warnings; don’t get involved in my business again. You might try to get this PCW Platinum Championship belt off me but it simply isn’t going to work. I am too good for you and your cronies. I certainly have bigger fish to fry than you so buzz off. And believe me when I tell you…it would be in your best interest to listen to what I have to say. I did retire you, after all.
(Michael laughs as he walks over to another plot. The headstone is blank and the plot itself is open and empty. As Michael kneels down and rubs his left hand along the edge, he laughs.)
“True Greatness” Michael Morrison: So who’s next? Who will be the next person whose main event dream I will crush? Who will be the next person to vow that they will be the next PCW Platinum Champion, only to fail and fail convincingly? Ah yes, I believe the answer comes from my match coming up at Rapture. You see, it’s the Elite…Yoshiru Long and Sickboy…teaming up with yours truly…to take on Nightrain and Draven Logan Kennedy’s band of misfits, Dawn of the New Age. Wait a second, really? Draven Logan Kennedy is involved in the main event again? What the hell is this? Are we even trying to keep paying customers? Good Lord…
(Michael shakes his head.)
“True Greatness” Michael Morrison: Well Draven nor his misfits are worth the breath that comes out of my mouth so I guess that leaves one person and one person only…Nightrain. Yes Nightrain, it’s only fitting that I stand over this empty plot because this is your scene, isn’t it? Don’t you like to walk around in graveyards with a shovel in your hand and a threat in your heart? I don’t know if it’s an act or just your freakish way of living your life but hey, to each their own. But it’s ironic that I’m standing before an empty plot because this right here represents your future.
You see Nightrain, I enjoy exposing people as frauds. There’s nothing I enjoy more than seeing somebody who thinks their shit doesn’t stink and then when the rubber meets the road, well, true greatness shows each and every one watching what an overrated piece of trash they really are. Israel Steele? Check. James Baker? Check. Damon Warrens? Check. Johnny Scumm? Check. Draven Logan Kennedy? Check. The list goes on and on. Everyone put in front of me has been defeated and I defeated them with ease. There’s not a single person in Premium Championship Wrestling who can say they got the best of true greatness. Well guess what Nightrain, you’re next on my list.
On paper, you’ve been on a pretty good roll here lately. Hell, you’ve fought for the PCW World Heavyweight Championship at the last two pay-per-views. First off, a one-on-one match at Super Clash…the biggest event of the year for Premium Championship Wrestling. A nice little feather in your cap. Well you lost. Then, at Shellshock, you wrestled for the big belt once again. And, once again, you lost. So naturally, PCW management decided to put you in ANOTHER main event match. Sure, makes perfect sense. Well guess what? I’m going to make sure that this upcoming Rapture is the last time you EVER compete in a main event match again.
You see, just like Damon Warrrens, I think you’re overmatched. Wrestling Long at the last two pay-per-views had more to do with convenience then your skill level. You were simply in the right place at the right time. Nothing more…nothing less. Now you might disagree with my comments but you know what…I’m not sure we’ll even hear from you. Hell, anymore, it seems like all you do is show up to Rapture, lose, stay silent, show up at the next Rapture, lose…wash, rinse and repeat.
You want to know what I think Nightrain? I think you’re overwhelmed. I think you realized that you’re in WAY over your head and you cracked under the pressure. Well you’re in my way pal and I’m aiming to get rid of you. Hell, I’m recommending that you go wrestle Damon for that worthless Brawl Championship. You two seem to be at the same skill level. But before you do that, let me throw something out at you. I’m going to throw you a bone because that’s the kind of guy I am. I’m offering you a shot at MY PCW Platinum Championship. Yes sir, you heard me right. I don’t care when and I don’t care where…Michael Morrison versus Nightrain for the PCW Platinum Championship. Now before you call your mommy and all your friends…pissing yourself with excitement…let me make one thing perfectly clear. I’m not offering you this title match because it’s going to be a challenge. I’m not offering you this title match because I want to see how I stack up with you. No, the only reason I’m offering you this match is because one, it will be an easy pay day for me and two, I want to bury your main event dreams just like I did Damon Warrens. Nothing would satisfy me more than to see you crying on the mat; knowing that Michael Morrison just destroyed all of your credibility. So Nightrain, the offer is on the table and I look forward to your response. I’m sure, with shovel in hand, you’ll be beating your chest saying that you’ll be the next Platinum Champion. But you know what? Damon said the exact same thing and look what happened to him. I’ll see you at Rapture pal and try not to piss your pants when you’re standing across the ring from the three best in Premium Championship Wrestling.
(Michael laughs as the Vendor rushes onto the scene. He’s holding a Ouija board and shaking like a leaf.)
“True Greatness” Michael Morrison: Vendor, what the hell is wrong with you?
The Vendor: Miiiichael, it was scary! I was playing with this Ouija board when all of a sudden, the piece started to move!
(Michael rolls his eyes.)
“True Greatness” Michael Morrison: Ok Vendor, I’ll play along. What did the stupid board say?
The Vendor: Miiiiichael, the letters spelled out G-E-N-E-R-A-T-I-O-N X-T-R-E-M-E I-S D-E-A-D. What does it mean Miiiichael? Ghosts were speaking to me.
“True Greatness” Michael Morrison: It seems to me, Vendor, that Casper and his friends know exactly what is going on. Even the dead know what true greatness is all about.
The Vendor: Miiiichael, I’m scared! Let’s get out of here.
(A gust of wind blows and the Vendor is in sheer panic mode now.)
The Vendor: AAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH.
(The Vendor jumps into the empty plot and as Michael looks down, the Vendor is in the fetal position and sucking his thumb. Michael laughs as he throws the Ouija board down the hole.)
“True Greatness” Michael Morrison: Good luck down there buddy. I have a main event match to prepare for and make sure you leave enough room for Nightrain after I beat his ass.
(Michael walks out of the picture and the scene fades to black.)