Post by morrison on Jun 12, 2012 20:19:44 GMT -5
(Everyone has heard the clichés “all’s well that ends well” and “it’s not how you start but how you finish.” Both sayings have been applied by many people and they’ve been used to describe various events in history. For true greatness himself, Michael Morrison, those two clichés is what he would use to describe what happened to him on April 2, 2011 at Cowboys Stadium in Arlington, Texas. On this particular night, Premium Championship Wrestling was playing host to its biggest event of the year…Super Clash I. It was being hyped as one of the biggest events in professional wrestling history. The buzz surrounding this pay-per-view was virtually unmatched and every fan on planet Earth was doing his or her best to try and obtain a ticket. That would not be easy, however, and a person better have been prepared to hand out a lot of cash.
Michael was walking into this event as the reigning PCW Platinum Champion. Making his Premium Championship Wrestling pay-per-view debut in March at Blackout, Morrison had defeated Da Xtreme Dynasty member Israel Steele to win the championship. This naturally pissed off Steele and a rematch was set between these two. There was a lot of bad blood between these two individuals and it was setting up to be a nasty showdown. Steele was a fan-favorite and Morrison had quickly turned into one of the most hated men in Premium Championship Wrestling history. His cocky attitude and pure arrogance really turned off the PCW faithful and they were hoping to see Steele kick his ass and take back the Platinum Title.
The match figured to be a knockdown, drag out, battle and it certainly didn’t disappoint. Both men took turns being in control and there were several close calls throughout the contest. The fans were on the edge of their seat and they couldn’t wait to see how this was going to turn out. As the contest reached its climax, Steele appeared to be in position to win the match but Morrison was able to use his instincts as he hit Steele on the head with his championship belt. Michael would add two “Thunder Struck” super kicks for good measure and the victory was his. The crowd was pissed off and let Morrison know exactly how they felt but he didn’t care; the bottom line was that he was still the PCW Platinum Champion and Israel Steele couldn’t get the job done. His immediate celebration was cut short, however.
After Yoshiru Long, Sickboy and Paul Blair came out to attack Steele, with Morrison joining in on the fun, the score was quickly evened when Leon Lonewolf and the Hellacious World Order surprised everyone by coming out and attacking the Elite. They were able to get the four men off of Steele but Lonewolf wasn’t quite finished yet. He was able to shove Morrison back into the ring and grabbed a microphone. He was about to announce something that shocked everyone, most of all Morrison.
In November of 2010, at The Asylum of Slaughter pay-per-view event, Lonewolf had defeated James Baker to win a title shot of his choosing at any time. No one was quite sure when Leon would cash this in but having it in his back pocket was certainly a feather in his cap. Well as Lonewolf began speaking at Super Clash I, with the crowd and Morrison hanging on to every word, Leon dropped a bombshell. He announced that right then and right there, he would cash in his free title shot and challenge Morrison for the Platinum Championship. Michael was downright pissed off. He had just gone through a brutal match with Israel Steele and now he was going to have to wrestle again, facing someone the caliber of Leon Lonewolf. Despite his objections, the match was official and he had no choice but to compete.
As expected, Lonewolf dominated the worn-down Morrison and after a short contest, he was able to get the pin and capture the belt. The finish was not without controversy, however. Michael had his foot on the bottom rope during the pin attempt and the referee flat-out missed it. This infuriated Shannon Saint, who was sitting at ringside doing commentary, and he had his Saint’s Army attack Lonewolf. The hWo came back out to chase the army away but Saint wasn’t finished. He got on the microphone himself and announced that because of this injustice, Lonewolf was stripped of the PCW Platinum Championship and he was awarding it back to Morrison, effective immediately. So after several minutes of pure chaos and confusion, at the end of the night, Michael walked out of the ring with his belt over his shoulder.
In his dressing room after the two matches, Morrison was furious. He was still in his ring gear, not in the mood to grab a shower and clean off. He was breathing heavily and pacing the room in a huff. He picked up a folding chair and slammed it against a wall, making a loud crashing sound as it hit the floor. Morrison grabbed his duffel bag and opened it to pull out a bottle of Gatorade. He took a long drink and then threw the bottle towards the direction of the fallen chair, spilling the contents all over the floor. After a couple deep breaths, Michael found another chair and sat down. He rocked back and forth and rubbed his forehead forcefully. Morrison continued to take deep breaths as he stared down towards the floor.)
“True Greatness” Michael Morrison: Leon Lonewolf, you think you’re real clever, don’t you? You thought you were going to come out tonight and pull a fast one over true greatness himself, huh? I could see the look in your eyes; you were convinced that you had just pulled a major coup. And trust me, beating Michael Morrison is a major coup. Unfortunately for you, karma came back to bite you and thank God that Shannon Saint was around to put an end to this farce and make things right. You were so close Lonewolf, so close. You just about shocked the world by coming out of nowhere to take this Platinum Championship away from me. You just about sent the PCW faithful into a frenzy by putting the egotistical, arrogant and brass Michael Morrison in his place. It was a good idea by you and I’ll give you credit for trying to pull it off…but you simply miscalculated. You see, Shannon Saint knows what true greatness is all about. That man not only has an eye for talent but he is as fair as they come. In fact, in my entire adult life, I don’t believe I have ever met someone as fair and honest as Shannon Saint. So when he saw the injustice of what happened…when he saw how I was being unfairly treated…he stepped up and did the right thing. Lonewolf, not only did you try to beat me after yours truly had just gone through a grueling match but the ref blew a call. I had my foot on the bottom rope and you knew it. I have no doubt in my mind that you saw what happened. But you didn’t care, did you? It didn’t matter that the match should have continued because all that you were concerned about was stealing my championship away from me. Well Saint foiled your little plan and now I’m on to you.
(Michael had visibly cooled down by this point as his face was no longer red with anger and his breathing was back on a normal pace. He even managed to flash a smirk.)
“True Greatness” Michael Morrison: Leon, at some point down the road, we will meet again. I don’t know when and I don’t know where…hell, I don’t even know what the stakes will be…but there will come a time when Michael Morrison will face Leon Lonewolf in the middle of a PCW ring. And when that happens, you better believe that I will get you back for the crap you put me through tonight. You tried to take advantage of me, Lonewolf, and that pisses me off. You saw a cheap shortcut to a championship and you tried to embarrass me by taking it. Well my friend, It didn’t work tonight and it won’t work down the road either. You see, up until tonight, I never had a major problem with you. Oh sure, I have never been a fan of yours and I think your personality is boorish, but you never got in my way and caused problems. That all changed, however, with one announcement on the microphone. Despite the fact that I had just gone 12-rounds with Israel Steele, you still challenged me for the Platinum Championship. Despite the fact that I was a wounded animal, you still cashed in a free title shot against me. Well guess what, that puts you right at the top of my list for a little retribution. That puts you right at the front of the line for an ass whooping from true greatness. You see Lonewolf, I don’t take too kindly to being embarrassed. I don’t take too kindly to being taken advantage of and I certainly don’t take too kindly to someone trying to take a championship away from me. Leon, at some point, you and I will do battle. At some point, we will be the main event for a live PCW show. Only this time, we’ll BOTH be fresh and ready to lock horns. And when true greatness is fresh, he is virtually unbeatable. Lonewolf, you tried walking out of Arlington, Texas tonight with a championship around your waist. It was a nice try but unfortunately for you, the only thing you walked out with tonight was a target on your back. I’ll see you down the line buddy…
(Morrison laughed as he picked up his duffel back with his left hand and the PCW Platinum Championship belt with his right. He departed his dressing room and arrogantly walked down the corridor towards an exit door. As he pushed it open and walked out of Cowboys Stadium, he spotted a cab and got in. As the car took off, he couldn’t help but think about what happened earlier. Nothing pissed him off more than being taken advantage of but on the flipside, nothing was more satisfying than turning the tables and putting that particular person in their place. What happened at Super Clash I wasn’t the first time that Morrison had been put in this kind of situation.
At Moeller High School in Cincinnati, Ohio, Michael was an up-and-coming amateur wrestler. In his youth, Morrison had played a lot of sports…wrestling, baseball and football, to name a few. He had varying degrees of success in each one and his parents were excited at the possibility of Michael putting his talents to good use when he got older. Despite having fun with everything he did, Michael seemed to gravitate towards wrestling. He enjoyed playing baseball and football but wrestling was something that always dominated his mind. Michael would constantly read books on the sport and when he wasn’t reading, or doing homework, he would be outside working out. He continued to play the other sports to appease his parents but once he got to high school, he decided to concentrate only on the mat. He had a feeling inside that he could excel at wrestling and dominate the competition but he needed to concentrate on that and that only. He told his parents of his decision and while they were disappointed at first, they loved their son and understood. Now that Michael was 100% mentally committed to wrestling, the next step was to look the part.
During his freshman year, Michael was still small. He had yet to hit his growth spurt and although he liked to work out, the muscle was just not there. Despite the fact that he was dominated by most of his high school competition, his coach appreciated Morrison’s work ethic and had a feeling that it would only be a matter of time before he would be his star player.
The summer between his freshman and sophomore year is when Michael got his desired size. He shot up about four inches and put on a lot of muscle. When school started that fall, his classmates were stunned. Michael looked like a completely different person and he was fired up to start wrestling. His continued work ethic and added size really paid off as his move to the heavyweight division resulted with an appearance at the state tournament. He advanced to the championship round but was defeated by Bud Sparrow from Xavier High School. Bud was considered to be the best wrestler in the state and although Michael gave him a challenge, he won convincingly.
Morrison took the loss in stride and used it as motivation. While disappointed that he couldn’t take home the trophy, he realized what a huge jump in success he had achieved from his freshman year to his sophomore and he had decided that his junior year was going to be the one where he took home the prize. He trained harder than he ever had before and by the time school started, he was ready to go.
Both Michael and Bud dominated the competition for their respective schools and the hype for their impending match up at the state tournament was really building steam. There was a considerable buzz in high school wrestling circles for this showdown and by the time the state tournament had arrived, followers of both schools were in a near frenzy.
Sparrow easily won his matches, including his semi-final match up, and awaited the winner of the other semi-final pairing, which included Morrison. Sparrow stared at both men and watched intently. During a takedown, Michael landed awkwardly on his left shoulder and screamed in pain. The ref awarded a point to his opponent and checked on Morrison. He nodded that he was ok and continued the match. He really struggled through and barely won. As he sat down on his team bench after the match, his coach came over with a look of concern on his face.)
Coach: Michael, are you ok? That looked nasty out there.
(Michael tried rotating his shoulder but could barely move it.)
Michael: I don’t know coach. I landed badly on my shoulder and I think it’s separated.
Coach: Do you think you can go in the finals?
Michael: I can barely move my arm. I’ll try but I might have to forfeit.
(At this time, Sparrow walked over with a smile on his face.)
Bud Sparrow: What’s wrong with you Morrison?
(Michael flashed a glare at Sparrow as he continued to try and gain mobility in his shoulder. Michael and Bud didn’t know each other very well, although Bud had a reputation for being a prick. He had gloated quite a bit after defeating Morrison the year before and Michael wanted to pay him back.)
Michael: I don’t know Bud. I think my shoulder is separated. I’m not sure if I’ll be able to meet you in the finals or not.
Bud: Ah, well that’s too bad. I should have known that you would be scared to face me again after what happened last year. I guess I’ll just tell the officials that you can’t go.
(Michael, visibly annoyed, stood up and shouted at Sparrow.)
Michael: Hey Bud, guess what, the shoulder is feeling better already. Let’s go.
Coach: Michael, if you’re hurt, we need to get you to a hospital.
Michael: Don’t worry about me Coach, I’m fine.
(Morrison walked off the sidelines and over to the mat where the match was going to take place. It was still obvious that he was in a lot of pain but he wasn’t about to let a smartass like Bud Sparrow gain a victory by forfeit. As both men took their places and the match started, the crowd was fired up. Chants supporting both wrestlers could be heard throughout the gym and everyone was paying attention. Michael tried blocking out the pain but Bud immediately set Morrison up for a takedown and drove his injured shoulder into the mat. Despite the noise of the crowd being at a fever pitch, the blood-curling scream of Morrison took over. He rolled around in pain and the referee had no choice but to stop the match and award the victory to Sparrow. Bud jumped up and down like he had just won the lottery as Michael’s coach and other officials hovered over the injured participant.)
Coach: Michael, I’m sorry. I should have never let you do this. Please forgive me.
Michael: It was my choice to come out here Coach. I knew the risk involved.
(The medical staff on location arrived to take a look as Michael was near tears in excruciating pain. The trainers sat Morrison up and began examining him; they did not like what they saw.)
Athletic Trainer #1: Michael, can you move your arm at all?
Michael: No, I can’t. My arm feels like it is on fire.
Athletic Trainer #2: Ok, well try to sit still. I think you’ve badly separated your shoulder. We need to get you to a medical facility to get an MRI and check this thing out.
(The trainers stabilized the arm and called for a stretcher. Due to the amount of pain that Michael was in, they decided to load him up in an ambulance and take him to the hospital to save time. Morrison’s parents had made it from the stands to the floor at this point and were by his side with a look of concern. As Michael was being led to the ambulance on the stretcher, the crowd gave him a nice ovation. Bud Sparrow ran over to the stretcher with a smile on his face.)
Bud: Hey buddy, thanks for the big challenge. Maybe next time I’ll break a sweat!
(Michael was furious as Bud laughed. Despite the pain he was going through, had he not been strapped down, Morrison would have jumped off the stretcher right there. As it was, he took a deep breath and shook it off. Upon arriving at the hospital, and undergoing an MRI, it was determined that the damage to Morrison’s shoulder was more extensive than originally thought and he would have to undergo surgery. It’s not the news that he wanted to hear but the doctor assured him that with proper rest and rehab, Michael would be able to compete in his senior year. That at least gave him the desire and determination to get back to 100% as quickly as possible.
In the months that followed, Michael took his rehabilitation very seriously. He played the sequence with Bud Sparrow in his mind over and over and it only fueled his will to get back. Bud knew that he was injured and instead of doing the honorable thing, he manipulated the situation to his advantage and caused Morrison more pain and suffering. That was certainly something that Morrison would not forget.
As his senior year rolled around, Morrison was healthy enough to compete. Although still weak, doctors determined that his shoulder was sound enough to take the bumps and bruises of wrestling. Michael’s season got off to a sluggish start, as he favored the shoulder, but by the time the state tournament was rapidly approaching, Morrison had gone back to his dominating self. The shoulder injury was in the rear-view mirror at this point and Michael was only focused on getting his rematch with Bud Sparrow.
Sparrow was receiving a lot of hype during this time as he was going for his fourth straight heavyweight championship in his four years of high school. He was considered something of a prodigy and local news crews were featuring him quite frequently on their broadcasts. He was soaking everything in and he was arrogant enough to believe it would be a walk in the park this year.
As expected, Sparrow breezed through his competition at the state tournament and found himself in the finals once again. It was a little more difficult for Morrison, as his shoulder was barking, but he was still able to persevere and claim the other spot. Before the match, Bud walked over to Michael, who was stretching.)
Bud: Well, well, well, look what we have here. It looks like I will get another easy victory for my fourth state title.
(Morrison stopped stretching and got in Sparrow’s face.)
Michael: You won’t get an easy victory this year Sparrow. My shoulder is feeling good and now you’re going to have to face me like a man. Do you think you can beat me fair-and-square?
(Bud smirked.)
Bud: For you, Morrison, I could win with one arm tied behind my back.
Michael: That’s ok Bud, keep both arms. I don’t want to hear any excuses from you when I kick your ass.
(Bud laughed as he made his way over towards the mat. Morrison followed him and the match was set to go. The hype for this contest wasn’t nearly at the level of last year’s but that didn’t matter to Michael. He was determined to win and put a stop to Bud’s dominance. As the match started, it was obvious that Bud was trying to perform a takedown and injure Michael’s shoulder again. Morrison was ready for that, however, and was able to block him. After a very competitive contest, Michael was able to secure the victory and his first state championship. Bud refused to shake his hand and walked off the floor crying like a little baby. Morrison reveled in his win but putting Sparrow in his place was just as satisfying.
As the scene went back to Morrison sitting in his cab, on the way to Dallas/Fort Worth International Airport, he couldn’t help but smile at the memory of putting Bud Sparrow in his place. What also made Michael smile was the fact that somewhere down the line, he was going to do the exact same thing to Leon Lonewolf and he would take just as much satisfaction.
Fast-forward to present day and Michael, now the PCW World Heavyweight Champion, is shown driving in his car. He was back in the Queen city of Cincinnati and was on his way to the radio station, 1490 WCIN, for an interview on “Tony Talks.” The media requests for a Morrison interview heading into Slamathon had reached a fever pitch, but Morrison had brushed most of them off. Number one, he didn’t want to waste all of his time in front of a camera and two, he just didn’t feel like it. At Rapture, Morrison had simply gotten his ass kicked. Sitting ringside, and doing commentary, for the contest between Leon Lonewolf and Draven Logan Kennedy, he saw a clown and werewolf come out and attack both participants. Morrison decided to join in on the fun and it proved costly. The clown and werewolf turned out to be Sickboy and Yoshiru Long and they beat the crap out of Morrison. The Elite members left all three men in a bloody heap and Michael was paying the price.
Michael decided to do “Tony Talks” because he had been on the show several times throughout his PCW tenure and Tony was a friend. Taking a look at Morrison in the car, however, revealed that he wasn’t in very good shape. His face was all battered and bruised and he moved inside the car very gingerly. As he pulled into the lot and parked his car, he saw a small gathering to the far side of the pavement. He couldn’t quite make out what was going on but he dismissed it as he very slowly walked into the station and greeted the receptionist. She smiled and pointed to the direction of the studio where Tony was. As he walked in, he nodded towards Tony and sat down in the chair across from him. The commercial break was ending and as the bumper music began to play, both men put on their headphones.)
Tony: Ladies and Gentlemen, we are back here on “Tony Talks.” I am your host, Tony Martin, and with me now is a familiar guest to the program. If you’ve heard my show once or you’ve heard it a thousand times, you know that I’m a huge fan of professional wrestling. And when it comes to wrestling, it doesn’t get much better than Cincinnati’s very own…Michael Morrison. Michael is competing in Premium Championship Wrestling and he is their reigning World Heavyweight Champion. He is set to do battle with Leon Lonewolf in a little under two-weeks at their pay-per-view, Slamathon III, in Chicago, Illinois and as promised, Michael joins me in the studio today! Michael, it’s good to see you! Thanks for joining us right here on 1490 WCIN!
“True Greatness” Michael Morrison: It’s good to be back with you, Tony, even though I feel like I’ve been run over by an 18-wheeler.
Tony: Well Michael, I know our listening audience can’t see you but I must admit that you look awful. Your face is all beat up and you walked into the studio here like a hunchback. Explain to the listening audience what happened.
“True Greatness” Michael Morrison: There really isn’t much explanation other than the fact that I simply got my ass kicked. At Saturday Night Rapture, Elite members Sickboy and Yoshiru Long made their unofficial returns and not only attacked me but Leon Lonewolf and Draven Logan Kenndey, as well. They left all three of us in a bloody heap in the middle of the ring and then vanished. Despite not being under contract, they disguised themselves as a clown and werewolf and fooled everyone. It wasn’t much fun, I can tell you that.
Tony: I imagine not. Now you have history with both men. While not an official member of the Elite, you hung around them quite a bit last year before they turned their back on you and beat you up then too. You were able to gain a measure of revenge, however, as you beat Long to become the number one contender to the PCW World Heavyweight Championship and then defeated Sickboy to win the belt at Cataclysm before Premium Championship Wrestling closed its doors for a short time. Do you think that is what is behind this recent attack?
“True Greatness” Michael Morrison: The Elite sure likes to kick my ass, huh? Tony, I don’t really know what the true motivation is behind their attack. I think they’re probably still pissed off that I single-handedly defeated each member of that overrated group and ended up stealing all their thunder. I defeated Heather Monroe, Yoshiru Long and then Sickboy to finally take the PCW World Heavyweight Championship out of their death grip and I think that really annoyed them to no end.
You see, up until that point, the Elite was able to do what they wanted. It didn’t matter who was put in front of them, they were able to win with relative ease. Guys like Nightrain were being presented as a “challenge” so no wonder they were beaming with confidence. Well that all changed when Michael Morrison entered the picture. I think they realized what true greatness was all about so they tried to take me out. They left me in a puddle of my own blood last year and thought that was going to be the end of it. Well I obviously proved them wrong and I finally shut them up. It looks like I might have to do that again.
Tony: Well Michael, the Elite certainly has put a target on your back, especially Sickboy. He has had rather unpleasant comments to say towards you; making accusations that you were responsible for getting himself, and Yoshiru Long, banned from Premium Championship Wrestling. What is your response to that?
“True Greatness” Michael Morrison: Well like I told Michelle Silva on Rapture, that is absolutely absurd. Why would I care whether the Elite is back in PCW or not? I’ve already defeated them once. It’s not like I should be shaking in my boots or something. Look, I won’t take anything away from them. They are a collection of good talent, no doubt about it. They have left their mark on Premium Championship Wrestling and continue to do so. But if they think I’m going to be hiding in a corner somewhere, clutching the PCW World Heavyweight Championship belt, they have another thing coming. Just like before, when they left me for dead in the middle of the ring, I’m certainly going to have an answer for that little ass kicking they gave me at Rapture. But first things first and that is the big title defense that I have coming up at Slamathon.
Tony: Well let’s get right to that. On June 23rd, in Chicago, you will be defending the PCW World Heavyweight Championship against Leon Lonewolf. How are you feeling going into that contest?
“True Greatness” Michael Morrison: As you can see by my busted face, I’m not feeling that good, period. But come Slamathon, I’ll be ready to go. Lonewolf has accomplished a lot in his career and he is certainly a big name in PCW circles, but I don’t believe that he has faced anyone the caliber of true greatness. In fact, I don’t believe a lot of wrestlers in Premium Championship Wrestling has ever faced anyone quite like me. You see Tony, I am the epitome of what a great wrestler is all about. I have the look, the personality and the skill level to succeed. I am the definition of a total package and a guy like James Baker should be endorsing that. Instead, he seems to be handpicking his boys to try and take me down.
Tony: So you think Baker wants to get the belt off you?
“True Greatness” Michael Morrison: Well I’m sure you heard him during the first episode of Rapture. He basically said that he wanted to see someone kick my ass and take the PCW World Title away from me. And then, after making those comments, he selects Lonewolf to be the number one contender and my opponent for Slamathon. It’s ridiculous. I understand that Baker doesn’t like me, and that’s fine, but he is a business man now…and Michael Morrison as the PCW World Heavyweight Champion is simply good business. I guess I’ll just have to show him that the hard way when I defeat Lonewolf in Chicago.
Tony: We have to take a quick break but when we come back, we’ll take your calls right here on “Tony Talks” on 1490 WCIN!
(The commercial break plays and the commercial break ends.)
Tony: We’re back here on “Tony Talks” and my guest at this time is PCW World Heavyweight Champion, Michael Morrison. Michael, are you ready to hear what the public has to say?
“True Greatness” Michael Morrison: I suppose.
Tony: Our first caller is Susan. Susan, you’re on “Tony Talks” with Michael Morrison. Go ahead.
Caller # 1 -- Susan: Yeah, I just wanted to call and tell Michael that he is stupid. I loved watching the Elite destroy his ass and I think Sickboy is sooo sexy!
“True Greatness” Michael Morrison: Hey Susan, thanks for the support. Do me a favor and buy a copy of Cataclysm from last year. I think that’ll tell you how much I care about your opinion of me and Sickboy.
Tony: Thank you for the call Susan. Let’s now go to Franklin. Franklin, you’re on the air with the PCW World Heavyweight Champion.
Caller #2 -- Franklin: Yeah, I just wanted to ask Morrison what his thoughts were on the Reds season so far. I know he is a big fan and so am I. Thanks!
“True Greatness” Michael Morrison: Well Franklin, I think the Reds are playing pretty well so far. They seem to have a few holes here or there but for the most part, I like what they’re doing. The pitching has been good and Joey Votto might be the best player in baseball right now. I hope they’ll be playing deep into October.
Tony: Michael, is it true that you’ll be throwing out a first pitch at a Reds game here soon?
“True Greatness” Michael Morrison: Yeah, that is true. I’ll be doing it probably within a few weeks. I’m looking forward to it!
Tony: We have time for one more caller. Let’s go to Vin Door. Vin, you’re on with Michael Morrison.
Caller #3 -- Vin Door: Hi Miiiichael, how are you doing?
“True Greatness” Michael Morrison: I’m fine, Vin. What do you want to know?
Caller #3 -- Vin Door: Miiiichael, I just want to know if you are having your merchandise needs met?
“True Greatness” Michael Morrison: Wait a second, I recognize that voice. Do I know you Vin Door?
Caller #3 -- Vin Door: Uh, er, um, no Miiiichael, you don’t!
“True Greatness” Michael Morrison: Vin Door? Vendor? Vendor, is that you?
Caller #3 -- Vin Door: Uh, er, um, noooooo…..
Tony: Well it looks like Vin hung up on us. What was that all about?
“True Greatness” Michael Morrison: I have a sneaking suspicion on who your last caller was. Let’s just say it was an old friend…
Tony: Well Michael, we are running out of time. Any final comments before we wrap up here?
“True Greatness” Michael Morrison: Tony, I would just encourage everyone to order Slamathon III and witness true greatness in the ring. Come June 23rd, I’m going to show Leon Lonewolf, James Baker AND the Elite why I am the reigning PCW World Heavyweight Champion. They can attack me from behind and kick my ass until the cows come home but at the end of the day, when the rubber meets the road, I am the best that Premium Championship Wrestling has to offer. I am the greatest superstar in the history of PCW and I’ll be more than happy to prove that once again in Chicago.
Tony: We have to take a commercial break but thanks to my guest, Michael Morrison, and good luck at Slamathon III. You’re listening to Tony Talks right here on 1490 WCIN!
(As the commercial break begins, Tony and Michael shake hands and Morrison departs the studio. He nods towards the receptionist, exit’s the station and heads for his car. Looking to his right, he notices that the large gathering from before has dispersed but there is still someone standing there behind a stand. He walks over and there stands the one and only, Vendor.)
“True Greatness” Michael Morrison: Vendor, what the hell are you doing here?
The Vendor: Hi Miiiichael!
(To those unfamiliar, the Vendor is a former associate of Morrison. He would follow Michael all around the country and sell cheap merchandise of the superstar. He is fat, bald, old, foul-smelling and genuinely annoys Michael. He has kept him around, however, because he makes money.)
“True Greatness” Michael Morrison: I thought I had finally gotten rid of you. Did you call “Tony Talks” while I was on there, Mr. Door?
The Vendor: Yeah Miiiichael, that was me! I just wanted to make sure that everyone was getting a chance to own great merchandise of the PCW World Heavyweight Champion! Look at what I have to offer!
(Michael reluctantly walked to the front of the stand and checked out some of the stuff for sale. It was mainly shirts, hats, posters and foam replica championship belts.)
“True Greatness” Michael Morrison: Are you making any money with this stuff?
The Vendor: Oh yes Miiiichael! People can’t get enough of it!
(Michael picked up a foam belt and two of the side plates came off. It was clear that this wasn’t high-end merchandise.)
“True Greatness” Michael Morrison: I can’t believe you’re still ripping people off with this crap. And where is my cut?
(The Vendor flashed a smile, reached into his pocket and pulled out a wad of cash. He handed it to Michael, who inspected it.)
“True Greatness” Michael Morrison: Your stuff here might be cheap crap but this money sure isn’t. Carry on Vendor. After all, who am I to stop a hard working entrepreneur?
The Vendor: Thank you Miiiichael! I’ll see you around!
“True Greatness” Michael Morrison: Only if you have cash!
The Vendor: Good luck at Slamathon III! I have a fresh batch of foam belts on the way! Miiiichael Morrison…PCW World Heavyweight Champion! That just sounds riiiight!
“True Greatness” Michael Morrison: You’re damn right it does and trust me, it’ll stay that way. Now go take a shower or something…you reek, pal.
(Michael rolled his eyes as he walked back over to his car, got in and drove off. He made it back to his house as he parked his car in the driveway and gingerly made his way inside and to his game room. As he sat down on the couch, propped his feet up and began watching television, he couldn’t help but think about his opponent for Slamathon III…Leon Lonewolf.)
“True Greatness” Michael Morrison: You know Mr. Lonewolf, I have been called a lot of things in my career as a professional wrestler. Terms such as arrogant, obnoxious and rude have been used to describe me. Adjectives like cocky, condescending and slimy have been thrown my way from time to time. You can pick out any name in the book and chances are that at one point, or another, Michael Morrison has had that slur sent his way. Now while I could pick apart and dispute those claims all night long, there is one thing that can be said about me with absolute certainty. There is one thing that goes hand-in-hand when it comes to Michael Morrison. There is one thing that is an absolute truth when used to describe yours truly. And that one thing is that I’m always well-informed. I’m also always prepared. You see Lonewolf, I could sit here and tear you down from one side to another. I could dismiss everything you’ve accomplished and brush you off like you’re a common curtain-jerker. But I’m not going to do that. Leon, I know what your resume looks like. You’re a former PCW World Heavyweight Champion. You’re a former PCW Platinum Champion. You’re a former Broadcast and Brawl Champion. You were also elected into the PCW Hall-of-Fame. Simply put, you’ve just about done it all here. It cannot be denied that you are one of the biggest superstars in Premium Championship Wrestling history and the crowd reaction that you get every time you walk out to the ring is certainly fitting. You’ve left your mark here and it will last a lifetime. And while I’m not ignorant enough to brush all of that off, there is one thing that you need to realize.
(Morrison smirks as he slowly stands up and walks over to his pool table.)
“True Greatness” Michael Morrison: Mr. Lonewolf, while your credentials are nearly second-to-none, the fact of the matter is that you accomplished the majority of your accolades before I arrived here. Premium Championship Wrestling was a completely different ballgame before I came on the scene and changed the rules. Now like I said earlier, I won’t discredit what you’ve done because you earned everything you got…but I want you to simply sit back and listen at something. Remember who you beat to win the PCW Broadcast Championship? That’s right, Heather Monroe…on the SECOND try. And then, not too long afterwards, you coughed it right back to her. Well guess what, I beat Monroe when she was at her most sadistic and cutthroat. Then, after winning the PCW World Heavyweight Championship from an overrated Mariano Fernandez, who did you lose the belt to just a short time later? That’s right, Yoshiru Long. Well guess what, I kicked Yoshiru Long’s ass to gain a World title shot. Let’s go back even earlier when, at Anarchy in 2010, you were placed in a number one contender’s match for a shot at the PCW Platinum Championship. Remember who you lost to that night? Oh yeah, Sickboy. Well guess what, I beat his ass at Cataclysm to take possession of the PCW big belt. Do you see what I’m getting at Lonewolf? Do you understand the point I’m trying to make?
The fact of the matter is simple. While your Premium Championship Wrestling career has been very impressive, you’ve never faced anyone the caliber of true greatness. Within a month of entering this company, I had already captured the Platinum Title and I did so with ease. I threw Israel Steele to the wayside and took control of a championship that was scraping the bottom of the barrel. I dominated that division and took it to heights never seen before until I had my manhood challenged by the Elite. They brutally attacked me and tried to leave me for dead. They tried beating me to the point where I would be forced to retire. A solid strategy, and I certainly understood where they were coming from, but instead of getting rid of me, I only got stronger. Instead of sending me packing with my tail tucked between my legs, those beatings only pissed me off and turned true greatness up a notch. I wasn’t about to let the Elite claim another victim and, as a result, I picked their little group apart before reaching the top of the mountain at Cataclysm. Simply put Leon, while you’ve struggled with the likes of Heather Monroe, Yoshiru Long and Sickboy, I defeated every last one of them to get what I wanted and I did so convincingly.
(Morrison laughs as he picks up a couple pool balls and slings them into the far corner pocket.)
“True Greatness” Michael Morrison: Leon, I know what you’re probably thinking right about now. You’re thinking back to Super Clash and replaying the events that happened between you and I over and over again. You came out, after I had just gone through a fierce match with Israel Steele, and cashed in a free title shot to try and take away my Platinum Championship. And yes, you were able to defeat me, by referee’s decision, even though I had my foot on the bottom rope. But before you go using that against me, I think you need to realize how dirty that whole situation was. I think you need to realize that you never beat me fair-and-square. I was in a compromised position and I think you saw that as an opportunity to puff up your resume. I mean, why not? A victory over Michael Morrison would be just the thing to punch your ticket as the greatest superstar in PCW history.
Now I heard what people were saying after Shannon Saint got on the mic and stripped you of the title. They thought you got screwed. They thought that Shannon Saint abused his power again by taking the belt away from you. But Leon, you tried to pull a fast one and it backfired.
You see, you could have come out and challenged me for the title at an episode of Rapture. You could have come out and challenged me at the next pay-per-view. But you couldn’t do that, could you? That would have required you to wrestle me when I was 100% and you knew that you had no chance to win. So why is this time any different? Why on God’s green earth would you have one ounce of confidence heading into our match at Slamathon III? Leon, the stakes will be at an all-time high in Chicago. We’re not fighting for the Platinum Championship, oh no. We’re fighting for the PCW World Heavyweight Championship and that, along with my level of talent, makes me virtually invincible.
(Michael laughs as he walks over to a wall filled with pictures of his many title wins throughout his professional wrestling career.)
“True Greatness” Michael Morrison: Lonewolf, you made an interesting comment not too long ago at Rapture regarding someone holding the World Title. While you blabbered on about defending the title with honor and integrity, you stopped just short of accusing me of not doing the exact same thing. And why is that Lonewolf? You said that when someone puts their whole soul into the title, they become selfish and obsessed. They go crazy when they lose it and, according to you, it devalues it. Premium Championship Wrestling would become nothing more than a Pot of Greed, you said. I can honestly say, without a shadow of doubt, that is the dumbest thing I have ever heard. And you know what, Lonewolf, that’s the difference between you and I. While you’re just happy to be here, I’m hungry. When you won the PCW World Title, and then proceeded to lose it very quickly, no big deal. Life goes on, blah, blah, blah. To me, that’s simply not good enough. You see, I am a professional wrestler. That’s all I know and that’s all I want to be. And having the PCW World Heavyweight Championship represents that I am the best… in the world. Forget the nicknames, catchphrases and pats on the back. When the rubber meets the road, the only thing that matters is that I have this belt around my waist. That doesn’t mean I’m obsessed, nor does it mean that I’m selfish. It simply means that I am the number one wrestler in Premium Championship Wrestling and I happen to like my place on the pecking order.
Lonewolf, at Slamathon, I’m going to prove that while you’re good, I’m better. At Slamathon, I’m going to prove that while you’re a resume, I’m reality. At Slamathon, I’m going to prove that while you’re a FORMER World Champion, I’m the reigning World Heavyweight Champion. I know the fans are behind you and I know that General Manager James Baker is behind you. But when that bell rings, they won’t be able to help you. Cheering and chanting won’t change the fact that I am true greatness and you’re NOT. We’re headlining a pay-per-view, in Chicago, Lonewolf, so make sure to soak it all in. I want you to cherish every moment as your theme music plays and the fireworks go off. Because trust me, once that bell rings, you’re going to find out exactly how obsessed and selfish I can become. Everyone wants to talk about the return of the Elite. Everyone wants to talk about Sickboy and Yoshiru Long. Well I can promise you one thing Lonewolf…when Slamathon III has come to a close and the fans walk towards their cars parked in the lot…the only thing…ONLY THING…they’ll be talking about is the PCW World Heavyweight Champion. See you in the Windy City, buddy.
(Morrison laughs as he walks out of the picture. The scene fades to black.)
Michael was walking into this event as the reigning PCW Platinum Champion. Making his Premium Championship Wrestling pay-per-view debut in March at Blackout, Morrison had defeated Da Xtreme Dynasty member Israel Steele to win the championship. This naturally pissed off Steele and a rematch was set between these two. There was a lot of bad blood between these two individuals and it was setting up to be a nasty showdown. Steele was a fan-favorite and Morrison had quickly turned into one of the most hated men in Premium Championship Wrestling history. His cocky attitude and pure arrogance really turned off the PCW faithful and they were hoping to see Steele kick his ass and take back the Platinum Title.
The match figured to be a knockdown, drag out, battle and it certainly didn’t disappoint. Both men took turns being in control and there were several close calls throughout the contest. The fans were on the edge of their seat and they couldn’t wait to see how this was going to turn out. As the contest reached its climax, Steele appeared to be in position to win the match but Morrison was able to use his instincts as he hit Steele on the head with his championship belt. Michael would add two “Thunder Struck” super kicks for good measure and the victory was his. The crowd was pissed off and let Morrison know exactly how they felt but he didn’t care; the bottom line was that he was still the PCW Platinum Champion and Israel Steele couldn’t get the job done. His immediate celebration was cut short, however.
After Yoshiru Long, Sickboy and Paul Blair came out to attack Steele, with Morrison joining in on the fun, the score was quickly evened when Leon Lonewolf and the Hellacious World Order surprised everyone by coming out and attacking the Elite. They were able to get the four men off of Steele but Lonewolf wasn’t quite finished yet. He was able to shove Morrison back into the ring and grabbed a microphone. He was about to announce something that shocked everyone, most of all Morrison.
In November of 2010, at The Asylum of Slaughter pay-per-view event, Lonewolf had defeated James Baker to win a title shot of his choosing at any time. No one was quite sure when Leon would cash this in but having it in his back pocket was certainly a feather in his cap. Well as Lonewolf began speaking at Super Clash I, with the crowd and Morrison hanging on to every word, Leon dropped a bombshell. He announced that right then and right there, he would cash in his free title shot and challenge Morrison for the Platinum Championship. Michael was downright pissed off. He had just gone through a brutal match with Israel Steele and now he was going to have to wrestle again, facing someone the caliber of Leon Lonewolf. Despite his objections, the match was official and he had no choice but to compete.
As expected, Lonewolf dominated the worn-down Morrison and after a short contest, he was able to get the pin and capture the belt. The finish was not without controversy, however. Michael had his foot on the bottom rope during the pin attempt and the referee flat-out missed it. This infuriated Shannon Saint, who was sitting at ringside doing commentary, and he had his Saint’s Army attack Lonewolf. The hWo came back out to chase the army away but Saint wasn’t finished. He got on the microphone himself and announced that because of this injustice, Lonewolf was stripped of the PCW Platinum Championship and he was awarding it back to Morrison, effective immediately. So after several minutes of pure chaos and confusion, at the end of the night, Michael walked out of the ring with his belt over his shoulder.
In his dressing room after the two matches, Morrison was furious. He was still in his ring gear, not in the mood to grab a shower and clean off. He was breathing heavily and pacing the room in a huff. He picked up a folding chair and slammed it against a wall, making a loud crashing sound as it hit the floor. Morrison grabbed his duffel bag and opened it to pull out a bottle of Gatorade. He took a long drink and then threw the bottle towards the direction of the fallen chair, spilling the contents all over the floor. After a couple deep breaths, Michael found another chair and sat down. He rocked back and forth and rubbed his forehead forcefully. Morrison continued to take deep breaths as he stared down towards the floor.)
“True Greatness” Michael Morrison: Leon Lonewolf, you think you’re real clever, don’t you? You thought you were going to come out tonight and pull a fast one over true greatness himself, huh? I could see the look in your eyes; you were convinced that you had just pulled a major coup. And trust me, beating Michael Morrison is a major coup. Unfortunately for you, karma came back to bite you and thank God that Shannon Saint was around to put an end to this farce and make things right. You were so close Lonewolf, so close. You just about shocked the world by coming out of nowhere to take this Platinum Championship away from me. You just about sent the PCW faithful into a frenzy by putting the egotistical, arrogant and brass Michael Morrison in his place. It was a good idea by you and I’ll give you credit for trying to pull it off…but you simply miscalculated. You see, Shannon Saint knows what true greatness is all about. That man not only has an eye for talent but he is as fair as they come. In fact, in my entire adult life, I don’t believe I have ever met someone as fair and honest as Shannon Saint. So when he saw the injustice of what happened…when he saw how I was being unfairly treated…he stepped up and did the right thing. Lonewolf, not only did you try to beat me after yours truly had just gone through a grueling match but the ref blew a call. I had my foot on the bottom rope and you knew it. I have no doubt in my mind that you saw what happened. But you didn’t care, did you? It didn’t matter that the match should have continued because all that you were concerned about was stealing my championship away from me. Well Saint foiled your little plan and now I’m on to you.
(Michael had visibly cooled down by this point as his face was no longer red with anger and his breathing was back on a normal pace. He even managed to flash a smirk.)
“True Greatness” Michael Morrison: Leon, at some point down the road, we will meet again. I don’t know when and I don’t know where…hell, I don’t even know what the stakes will be…but there will come a time when Michael Morrison will face Leon Lonewolf in the middle of a PCW ring. And when that happens, you better believe that I will get you back for the crap you put me through tonight. You tried to take advantage of me, Lonewolf, and that pisses me off. You saw a cheap shortcut to a championship and you tried to embarrass me by taking it. Well my friend, It didn’t work tonight and it won’t work down the road either. You see, up until tonight, I never had a major problem with you. Oh sure, I have never been a fan of yours and I think your personality is boorish, but you never got in my way and caused problems. That all changed, however, with one announcement on the microphone. Despite the fact that I had just gone 12-rounds with Israel Steele, you still challenged me for the Platinum Championship. Despite the fact that I was a wounded animal, you still cashed in a free title shot against me. Well guess what, that puts you right at the top of my list for a little retribution. That puts you right at the front of the line for an ass whooping from true greatness. You see Lonewolf, I don’t take too kindly to being embarrassed. I don’t take too kindly to being taken advantage of and I certainly don’t take too kindly to someone trying to take a championship away from me. Leon, at some point, you and I will do battle. At some point, we will be the main event for a live PCW show. Only this time, we’ll BOTH be fresh and ready to lock horns. And when true greatness is fresh, he is virtually unbeatable. Lonewolf, you tried walking out of Arlington, Texas tonight with a championship around your waist. It was a nice try but unfortunately for you, the only thing you walked out with tonight was a target on your back. I’ll see you down the line buddy…
(Morrison laughed as he picked up his duffel back with his left hand and the PCW Platinum Championship belt with his right. He departed his dressing room and arrogantly walked down the corridor towards an exit door. As he pushed it open and walked out of Cowboys Stadium, he spotted a cab and got in. As the car took off, he couldn’t help but think about what happened earlier. Nothing pissed him off more than being taken advantage of but on the flipside, nothing was more satisfying than turning the tables and putting that particular person in their place. What happened at Super Clash I wasn’t the first time that Morrison had been put in this kind of situation.
At Moeller High School in Cincinnati, Ohio, Michael was an up-and-coming amateur wrestler. In his youth, Morrison had played a lot of sports…wrestling, baseball and football, to name a few. He had varying degrees of success in each one and his parents were excited at the possibility of Michael putting his talents to good use when he got older. Despite having fun with everything he did, Michael seemed to gravitate towards wrestling. He enjoyed playing baseball and football but wrestling was something that always dominated his mind. Michael would constantly read books on the sport and when he wasn’t reading, or doing homework, he would be outside working out. He continued to play the other sports to appease his parents but once he got to high school, he decided to concentrate only on the mat. He had a feeling inside that he could excel at wrestling and dominate the competition but he needed to concentrate on that and that only. He told his parents of his decision and while they were disappointed at first, they loved their son and understood. Now that Michael was 100% mentally committed to wrestling, the next step was to look the part.
During his freshman year, Michael was still small. He had yet to hit his growth spurt and although he liked to work out, the muscle was just not there. Despite the fact that he was dominated by most of his high school competition, his coach appreciated Morrison’s work ethic and had a feeling that it would only be a matter of time before he would be his star player.
The summer between his freshman and sophomore year is when Michael got his desired size. He shot up about four inches and put on a lot of muscle. When school started that fall, his classmates were stunned. Michael looked like a completely different person and he was fired up to start wrestling. His continued work ethic and added size really paid off as his move to the heavyweight division resulted with an appearance at the state tournament. He advanced to the championship round but was defeated by Bud Sparrow from Xavier High School. Bud was considered to be the best wrestler in the state and although Michael gave him a challenge, he won convincingly.
Morrison took the loss in stride and used it as motivation. While disappointed that he couldn’t take home the trophy, he realized what a huge jump in success he had achieved from his freshman year to his sophomore and he had decided that his junior year was going to be the one where he took home the prize. He trained harder than he ever had before and by the time school started, he was ready to go.
Both Michael and Bud dominated the competition for their respective schools and the hype for their impending match up at the state tournament was really building steam. There was a considerable buzz in high school wrestling circles for this showdown and by the time the state tournament had arrived, followers of both schools were in a near frenzy.
Sparrow easily won his matches, including his semi-final match up, and awaited the winner of the other semi-final pairing, which included Morrison. Sparrow stared at both men and watched intently. During a takedown, Michael landed awkwardly on his left shoulder and screamed in pain. The ref awarded a point to his opponent and checked on Morrison. He nodded that he was ok and continued the match. He really struggled through and barely won. As he sat down on his team bench after the match, his coach came over with a look of concern on his face.)
Coach: Michael, are you ok? That looked nasty out there.
(Michael tried rotating his shoulder but could barely move it.)
Michael: I don’t know coach. I landed badly on my shoulder and I think it’s separated.
Coach: Do you think you can go in the finals?
Michael: I can barely move my arm. I’ll try but I might have to forfeit.
(At this time, Sparrow walked over with a smile on his face.)
Bud Sparrow: What’s wrong with you Morrison?
(Michael flashed a glare at Sparrow as he continued to try and gain mobility in his shoulder. Michael and Bud didn’t know each other very well, although Bud had a reputation for being a prick. He had gloated quite a bit after defeating Morrison the year before and Michael wanted to pay him back.)
Michael: I don’t know Bud. I think my shoulder is separated. I’m not sure if I’ll be able to meet you in the finals or not.
Bud: Ah, well that’s too bad. I should have known that you would be scared to face me again after what happened last year. I guess I’ll just tell the officials that you can’t go.
(Michael, visibly annoyed, stood up and shouted at Sparrow.)
Michael: Hey Bud, guess what, the shoulder is feeling better already. Let’s go.
Coach: Michael, if you’re hurt, we need to get you to a hospital.
Michael: Don’t worry about me Coach, I’m fine.
(Morrison walked off the sidelines and over to the mat where the match was going to take place. It was still obvious that he was in a lot of pain but he wasn’t about to let a smartass like Bud Sparrow gain a victory by forfeit. As both men took their places and the match started, the crowd was fired up. Chants supporting both wrestlers could be heard throughout the gym and everyone was paying attention. Michael tried blocking out the pain but Bud immediately set Morrison up for a takedown and drove his injured shoulder into the mat. Despite the noise of the crowd being at a fever pitch, the blood-curling scream of Morrison took over. He rolled around in pain and the referee had no choice but to stop the match and award the victory to Sparrow. Bud jumped up and down like he had just won the lottery as Michael’s coach and other officials hovered over the injured participant.)
Coach: Michael, I’m sorry. I should have never let you do this. Please forgive me.
Michael: It was my choice to come out here Coach. I knew the risk involved.
(The medical staff on location arrived to take a look as Michael was near tears in excruciating pain. The trainers sat Morrison up and began examining him; they did not like what they saw.)
Athletic Trainer #1: Michael, can you move your arm at all?
Michael: No, I can’t. My arm feels like it is on fire.
Athletic Trainer #2: Ok, well try to sit still. I think you’ve badly separated your shoulder. We need to get you to a medical facility to get an MRI and check this thing out.
(The trainers stabilized the arm and called for a stretcher. Due to the amount of pain that Michael was in, they decided to load him up in an ambulance and take him to the hospital to save time. Morrison’s parents had made it from the stands to the floor at this point and were by his side with a look of concern. As Michael was being led to the ambulance on the stretcher, the crowd gave him a nice ovation. Bud Sparrow ran over to the stretcher with a smile on his face.)
Bud: Hey buddy, thanks for the big challenge. Maybe next time I’ll break a sweat!
(Michael was furious as Bud laughed. Despite the pain he was going through, had he not been strapped down, Morrison would have jumped off the stretcher right there. As it was, he took a deep breath and shook it off. Upon arriving at the hospital, and undergoing an MRI, it was determined that the damage to Morrison’s shoulder was more extensive than originally thought and he would have to undergo surgery. It’s not the news that he wanted to hear but the doctor assured him that with proper rest and rehab, Michael would be able to compete in his senior year. That at least gave him the desire and determination to get back to 100% as quickly as possible.
In the months that followed, Michael took his rehabilitation very seriously. He played the sequence with Bud Sparrow in his mind over and over and it only fueled his will to get back. Bud knew that he was injured and instead of doing the honorable thing, he manipulated the situation to his advantage and caused Morrison more pain and suffering. That was certainly something that Morrison would not forget.
As his senior year rolled around, Morrison was healthy enough to compete. Although still weak, doctors determined that his shoulder was sound enough to take the bumps and bruises of wrestling. Michael’s season got off to a sluggish start, as he favored the shoulder, but by the time the state tournament was rapidly approaching, Morrison had gone back to his dominating self. The shoulder injury was in the rear-view mirror at this point and Michael was only focused on getting his rematch with Bud Sparrow.
Sparrow was receiving a lot of hype during this time as he was going for his fourth straight heavyweight championship in his four years of high school. He was considered something of a prodigy and local news crews were featuring him quite frequently on their broadcasts. He was soaking everything in and he was arrogant enough to believe it would be a walk in the park this year.
As expected, Sparrow breezed through his competition at the state tournament and found himself in the finals once again. It was a little more difficult for Morrison, as his shoulder was barking, but he was still able to persevere and claim the other spot. Before the match, Bud walked over to Michael, who was stretching.)
Bud: Well, well, well, look what we have here. It looks like I will get another easy victory for my fourth state title.
(Morrison stopped stretching and got in Sparrow’s face.)
Michael: You won’t get an easy victory this year Sparrow. My shoulder is feeling good and now you’re going to have to face me like a man. Do you think you can beat me fair-and-square?
(Bud smirked.)
Bud: For you, Morrison, I could win with one arm tied behind my back.
Michael: That’s ok Bud, keep both arms. I don’t want to hear any excuses from you when I kick your ass.
(Bud laughed as he made his way over towards the mat. Morrison followed him and the match was set to go. The hype for this contest wasn’t nearly at the level of last year’s but that didn’t matter to Michael. He was determined to win and put a stop to Bud’s dominance. As the match started, it was obvious that Bud was trying to perform a takedown and injure Michael’s shoulder again. Morrison was ready for that, however, and was able to block him. After a very competitive contest, Michael was able to secure the victory and his first state championship. Bud refused to shake his hand and walked off the floor crying like a little baby. Morrison reveled in his win but putting Sparrow in his place was just as satisfying.
As the scene went back to Morrison sitting in his cab, on the way to Dallas/Fort Worth International Airport, he couldn’t help but smile at the memory of putting Bud Sparrow in his place. What also made Michael smile was the fact that somewhere down the line, he was going to do the exact same thing to Leon Lonewolf and he would take just as much satisfaction.
Fast-forward to present day and Michael, now the PCW World Heavyweight Champion, is shown driving in his car. He was back in the Queen city of Cincinnati and was on his way to the radio station, 1490 WCIN, for an interview on “Tony Talks.” The media requests for a Morrison interview heading into Slamathon had reached a fever pitch, but Morrison had brushed most of them off. Number one, he didn’t want to waste all of his time in front of a camera and two, he just didn’t feel like it. At Rapture, Morrison had simply gotten his ass kicked. Sitting ringside, and doing commentary, for the contest between Leon Lonewolf and Draven Logan Kennedy, he saw a clown and werewolf come out and attack both participants. Morrison decided to join in on the fun and it proved costly. The clown and werewolf turned out to be Sickboy and Yoshiru Long and they beat the crap out of Morrison. The Elite members left all three men in a bloody heap and Michael was paying the price.
Michael decided to do “Tony Talks” because he had been on the show several times throughout his PCW tenure and Tony was a friend. Taking a look at Morrison in the car, however, revealed that he wasn’t in very good shape. His face was all battered and bruised and he moved inside the car very gingerly. As he pulled into the lot and parked his car, he saw a small gathering to the far side of the pavement. He couldn’t quite make out what was going on but he dismissed it as he very slowly walked into the station and greeted the receptionist. She smiled and pointed to the direction of the studio where Tony was. As he walked in, he nodded towards Tony and sat down in the chair across from him. The commercial break was ending and as the bumper music began to play, both men put on their headphones.)
Tony: Ladies and Gentlemen, we are back here on “Tony Talks.” I am your host, Tony Martin, and with me now is a familiar guest to the program. If you’ve heard my show once or you’ve heard it a thousand times, you know that I’m a huge fan of professional wrestling. And when it comes to wrestling, it doesn’t get much better than Cincinnati’s very own…Michael Morrison. Michael is competing in Premium Championship Wrestling and he is their reigning World Heavyweight Champion. He is set to do battle with Leon Lonewolf in a little under two-weeks at their pay-per-view, Slamathon III, in Chicago, Illinois and as promised, Michael joins me in the studio today! Michael, it’s good to see you! Thanks for joining us right here on 1490 WCIN!
“True Greatness” Michael Morrison: It’s good to be back with you, Tony, even though I feel like I’ve been run over by an 18-wheeler.
Tony: Well Michael, I know our listening audience can’t see you but I must admit that you look awful. Your face is all beat up and you walked into the studio here like a hunchback. Explain to the listening audience what happened.
“True Greatness” Michael Morrison: There really isn’t much explanation other than the fact that I simply got my ass kicked. At Saturday Night Rapture, Elite members Sickboy and Yoshiru Long made their unofficial returns and not only attacked me but Leon Lonewolf and Draven Logan Kenndey, as well. They left all three of us in a bloody heap in the middle of the ring and then vanished. Despite not being under contract, they disguised themselves as a clown and werewolf and fooled everyone. It wasn’t much fun, I can tell you that.
Tony: I imagine not. Now you have history with both men. While not an official member of the Elite, you hung around them quite a bit last year before they turned their back on you and beat you up then too. You were able to gain a measure of revenge, however, as you beat Long to become the number one contender to the PCW World Heavyweight Championship and then defeated Sickboy to win the belt at Cataclysm before Premium Championship Wrestling closed its doors for a short time. Do you think that is what is behind this recent attack?
“True Greatness” Michael Morrison: The Elite sure likes to kick my ass, huh? Tony, I don’t really know what the true motivation is behind their attack. I think they’re probably still pissed off that I single-handedly defeated each member of that overrated group and ended up stealing all their thunder. I defeated Heather Monroe, Yoshiru Long and then Sickboy to finally take the PCW World Heavyweight Championship out of their death grip and I think that really annoyed them to no end.
You see, up until that point, the Elite was able to do what they wanted. It didn’t matter who was put in front of them, they were able to win with relative ease. Guys like Nightrain were being presented as a “challenge” so no wonder they were beaming with confidence. Well that all changed when Michael Morrison entered the picture. I think they realized what true greatness was all about so they tried to take me out. They left me in a puddle of my own blood last year and thought that was going to be the end of it. Well I obviously proved them wrong and I finally shut them up. It looks like I might have to do that again.
Tony: Well Michael, the Elite certainly has put a target on your back, especially Sickboy. He has had rather unpleasant comments to say towards you; making accusations that you were responsible for getting himself, and Yoshiru Long, banned from Premium Championship Wrestling. What is your response to that?
“True Greatness” Michael Morrison: Well like I told Michelle Silva on Rapture, that is absolutely absurd. Why would I care whether the Elite is back in PCW or not? I’ve already defeated them once. It’s not like I should be shaking in my boots or something. Look, I won’t take anything away from them. They are a collection of good talent, no doubt about it. They have left their mark on Premium Championship Wrestling and continue to do so. But if they think I’m going to be hiding in a corner somewhere, clutching the PCW World Heavyweight Championship belt, they have another thing coming. Just like before, when they left me for dead in the middle of the ring, I’m certainly going to have an answer for that little ass kicking they gave me at Rapture. But first things first and that is the big title defense that I have coming up at Slamathon.
Tony: Well let’s get right to that. On June 23rd, in Chicago, you will be defending the PCW World Heavyweight Championship against Leon Lonewolf. How are you feeling going into that contest?
“True Greatness” Michael Morrison: As you can see by my busted face, I’m not feeling that good, period. But come Slamathon, I’ll be ready to go. Lonewolf has accomplished a lot in his career and he is certainly a big name in PCW circles, but I don’t believe that he has faced anyone the caliber of true greatness. In fact, I don’t believe a lot of wrestlers in Premium Championship Wrestling has ever faced anyone quite like me. You see Tony, I am the epitome of what a great wrestler is all about. I have the look, the personality and the skill level to succeed. I am the definition of a total package and a guy like James Baker should be endorsing that. Instead, he seems to be handpicking his boys to try and take me down.
Tony: So you think Baker wants to get the belt off you?
“True Greatness” Michael Morrison: Well I’m sure you heard him during the first episode of Rapture. He basically said that he wanted to see someone kick my ass and take the PCW World Title away from me. And then, after making those comments, he selects Lonewolf to be the number one contender and my opponent for Slamathon. It’s ridiculous. I understand that Baker doesn’t like me, and that’s fine, but he is a business man now…and Michael Morrison as the PCW World Heavyweight Champion is simply good business. I guess I’ll just have to show him that the hard way when I defeat Lonewolf in Chicago.
Tony: We have to take a quick break but when we come back, we’ll take your calls right here on “Tony Talks” on 1490 WCIN!
(The commercial break plays and the commercial break ends.)
Tony: We’re back here on “Tony Talks” and my guest at this time is PCW World Heavyweight Champion, Michael Morrison. Michael, are you ready to hear what the public has to say?
“True Greatness” Michael Morrison: I suppose.
Tony: Our first caller is Susan. Susan, you’re on “Tony Talks” with Michael Morrison. Go ahead.
Caller # 1 -- Susan: Yeah, I just wanted to call and tell Michael that he is stupid. I loved watching the Elite destroy his ass and I think Sickboy is sooo sexy!
“True Greatness” Michael Morrison: Hey Susan, thanks for the support. Do me a favor and buy a copy of Cataclysm from last year. I think that’ll tell you how much I care about your opinion of me and Sickboy.
Tony: Thank you for the call Susan. Let’s now go to Franklin. Franklin, you’re on the air with the PCW World Heavyweight Champion.
Caller #2 -- Franklin: Yeah, I just wanted to ask Morrison what his thoughts were on the Reds season so far. I know he is a big fan and so am I. Thanks!
“True Greatness” Michael Morrison: Well Franklin, I think the Reds are playing pretty well so far. They seem to have a few holes here or there but for the most part, I like what they’re doing. The pitching has been good and Joey Votto might be the best player in baseball right now. I hope they’ll be playing deep into October.
Tony: Michael, is it true that you’ll be throwing out a first pitch at a Reds game here soon?
“True Greatness” Michael Morrison: Yeah, that is true. I’ll be doing it probably within a few weeks. I’m looking forward to it!
Tony: We have time for one more caller. Let’s go to Vin Door. Vin, you’re on with Michael Morrison.
Caller #3 -- Vin Door: Hi Miiiichael, how are you doing?
“True Greatness” Michael Morrison: I’m fine, Vin. What do you want to know?
Caller #3 -- Vin Door: Miiiichael, I just want to know if you are having your merchandise needs met?
“True Greatness” Michael Morrison: Wait a second, I recognize that voice. Do I know you Vin Door?
Caller #3 -- Vin Door: Uh, er, um, no Miiiichael, you don’t!
“True Greatness” Michael Morrison: Vin Door? Vendor? Vendor, is that you?
Caller #3 -- Vin Door: Uh, er, um, noooooo…..
Tony: Well it looks like Vin hung up on us. What was that all about?
“True Greatness” Michael Morrison: I have a sneaking suspicion on who your last caller was. Let’s just say it was an old friend…
Tony: Well Michael, we are running out of time. Any final comments before we wrap up here?
“True Greatness” Michael Morrison: Tony, I would just encourage everyone to order Slamathon III and witness true greatness in the ring. Come June 23rd, I’m going to show Leon Lonewolf, James Baker AND the Elite why I am the reigning PCW World Heavyweight Champion. They can attack me from behind and kick my ass until the cows come home but at the end of the day, when the rubber meets the road, I am the best that Premium Championship Wrestling has to offer. I am the greatest superstar in the history of PCW and I’ll be more than happy to prove that once again in Chicago.
Tony: We have to take a commercial break but thanks to my guest, Michael Morrison, and good luck at Slamathon III. You’re listening to Tony Talks right here on 1490 WCIN!
(As the commercial break begins, Tony and Michael shake hands and Morrison departs the studio. He nods towards the receptionist, exit’s the station and heads for his car. Looking to his right, he notices that the large gathering from before has dispersed but there is still someone standing there behind a stand. He walks over and there stands the one and only, Vendor.)
“True Greatness” Michael Morrison: Vendor, what the hell are you doing here?
The Vendor: Hi Miiiichael!
(To those unfamiliar, the Vendor is a former associate of Morrison. He would follow Michael all around the country and sell cheap merchandise of the superstar. He is fat, bald, old, foul-smelling and genuinely annoys Michael. He has kept him around, however, because he makes money.)
“True Greatness” Michael Morrison: I thought I had finally gotten rid of you. Did you call “Tony Talks” while I was on there, Mr. Door?
The Vendor: Yeah Miiiichael, that was me! I just wanted to make sure that everyone was getting a chance to own great merchandise of the PCW World Heavyweight Champion! Look at what I have to offer!
(Michael reluctantly walked to the front of the stand and checked out some of the stuff for sale. It was mainly shirts, hats, posters and foam replica championship belts.)
“True Greatness” Michael Morrison: Are you making any money with this stuff?
The Vendor: Oh yes Miiiichael! People can’t get enough of it!
(Michael picked up a foam belt and two of the side plates came off. It was clear that this wasn’t high-end merchandise.)
“True Greatness” Michael Morrison: I can’t believe you’re still ripping people off with this crap. And where is my cut?
(The Vendor flashed a smile, reached into his pocket and pulled out a wad of cash. He handed it to Michael, who inspected it.)
“True Greatness” Michael Morrison: Your stuff here might be cheap crap but this money sure isn’t. Carry on Vendor. After all, who am I to stop a hard working entrepreneur?
The Vendor: Thank you Miiiichael! I’ll see you around!
“True Greatness” Michael Morrison: Only if you have cash!
The Vendor: Good luck at Slamathon III! I have a fresh batch of foam belts on the way! Miiiichael Morrison…PCW World Heavyweight Champion! That just sounds riiiight!
“True Greatness” Michael Morrison: You’re damn right it does and trust me, it’ll stay that way. Now go take a shower or something…you reek, pal.
(Michael rolled his eyes as he walked back over to his car, got in and drove off. He made it back to his house as he parked his car in the driveway and gingerly made his way inside and to his game room. As he sat down on the couch, propped his feet up and began watching television, he couldn’t help but think about his opponent for Slamathon III…Leon Lonewolf.)
“True Greatness” Michael Morrison: You know Mr. Lonewolf, I have been called a lot of things in my career as a professional wrestler. Terms such as arrogant, obnoxious and rude have been used to describe me. Adjectives like cocky, condescending and slimy have been thrown my way from time to time. You can pick out any name in the book and chances are that at one point, or another, Michael Morrison has had that slur sent his way. Now while I could pick apart and dispute those claims all night long, there is one thing that can be said about me with absolute certainty. There is one thing that goes hand-in-hand when it comes to Michael Morrison. There is one thing that is an absolute truth when used to describe yours truly. And that one thing is that I’m always well-informed. I’m also always prepared. You see Lonewolf, I could sit here and tear you down from one side to another. I could dismiss everything you’ve accomplished and brush you off like you’re a common curtain-jerker. But I’m not going to do that. Leon, I know what your resume looks like. You’re a former PCW World Heavyweight Champion. You’re a former PCW Platinum Champion. You’re a former Broadcast and Brawl Champion. You were also elected into the PCW Hall-of-Fame. Simply put, you’ve just about done it all here. It cannot be denied that you are one of the biggest superstars in Premium Championship Wrestling history and the crowd reaction that you get every time you walk out to the ring is certainly fitting. You’ve left your mark here and it will last a lifetime. And while I’m not ignorant enough to brush all of that off, there is one thing that you need to realize.
(Morrison smirks as he slowly stands up and walks over to his pool table.)
“True Greatness” Michael Morrison: Mr. Lonewolf, while your credentials are nearly second-to-none, the fact of the matter is that you accomplished the majority of your accolades before I arrived here. Premium Championship Wrestling was a completely different ballgame before I came on the scene and changed the rules. Now like I said earlier, I won’t discredit what you’ve done because you earned everything you got…but I want you to simply sit back and listen at something. Remember who you beat to win the PCW Broadcast Championship? That’s right, Heather Monroe…on the SECOND try. And then, not too long afterwards, you coughed it right back to her. Well guess what, I beat Monroe when she was at her most sadistic and cutthroat. Then, after winning the PCW World Heavyweight Championship from an overrated Mariano Fernandez, who did you lose the belt to just a short time later? That’s right, Yoshiru Long. Well guess what, I kicked Yoshiru Long’s ass to gain a World title shot. Let’s go back even earlier when, at Anarchy in 2010, you were placed in a number one contender’s match for a shot at the PCW Platinum Championship. Remember who you lost to that night? Oh yeah, Sickboy. Well guess what, I beat his ass at Cataclysm to take possession of the PCW big belt. Do you see what I’m getting at Lonewolf? Do you understand the point I’m trying to make?
The fact of the matter is simple. While your Premium Championship Wrestling career has been very impressive, you’ve never faced anyone the caliber of true greatness. Within a month of entering this company, I had already captured the Platinum Title and I did so with ease. I threw Israel Steele to the wayside and took control of a championship that was scraping the bottom of the barrel. I dominated that division and took it to heights never seen before until I had my manhood challenged by the Elite. They brutally attacked me and tried to leave me for dead. They tried beating me to the point where I would be forced to retire. A solid strategy, and I certainly understood where they were coming from, but instead of getting rid of me, I only got stronger. Instead of sending me packing with my tail tucked between my legs, those beatings only pissed me off and turned true greatness up a notch. I wasn’t about to let the Elite claim another victim and, as a result, I picked their little group apart before reaching the top of the mountain at Cataclysm. Simply put Leon, while you’ve struggled with the likes of Heather Monroe, Yoshiru Long and Sickboy, I defeated every last one of them to get what I wanted and I did so convincingly.
(Morrison laughs as he picks up a couple pool balls and slings them into the far corner pocket.)
“True Greatness” Michael Morrison: Leon, I know what you’re probably thinking right about now. You’re thinking back to Super Clash and replaying the events that happened between you and I over and over again. You came out, after I had just gone through a fierce match with Israel Steele, and cashed in a free title shot to try and take away my Platinum Championship. And yes, you were able to defeat me, by referee’s decision, even though I had my foot on the bottom rope. But before you go using that against me, I think you need to realize how dirty that whole situation was. I think you need to realize that you never beat me fair-and-square. I was in a compromised position and I think you saw that as an opportunity to puff up your resume. I mean, why not? A victory over Michael Morrison would be just the thing to punch your ticket as the greatest superstar in PCW history.
Now I heard what people were saying after Shannon Saint got on the mic and stripped you of the title. They thought you got screwed. They thought that Shannon Saint abused his power again by taking the belt away from you. But Leon, you tried to pull a fast one and it backfired.
You see, you could have come out and challenged me for the title at an episode of Rapture. You could have come out and challenged me at the next pay-per-view. But you couldn’t do that, could you? That would have required you to wrestle me when I was 100% and you knew that you had no chance to win. So why is this time any different? Why on God’s green earth would you have one ounce of confidence heading into our match at Slamathon III? Leon, the stakes will be at an all-time high in Chicago. We’re not fighting for the Platinum Championship, oh no. We’re fighting for the PCW World Heavyweight Championship and that, along with my level of talent, makes me virtually invincible.
(Michael laughs as he walks over to a wall filled with pictures of his many title wins throughout his professional wrestling career.)
“True Greatness” Michael Morrison: Lonewolf, you made an interesting comment not too long ago at Rapture regarding someone holding the World Title. While you blabbered on about defending the title with honor and integrity, you stopped just short of accusing me of not doing the exact same thing. And why is that Lonewolf? You said that when someone puts their whole soul into the title, they become selfish and obsessed. They go crazy when they lose it and, according to you, it devalues it. Premium Championship Wrestling would become nothing more than a Pot of Greed, you said. I can honestly say, without a shadow of doubt, that is the dumbest thing I have ever heard. And you know what, Lonewolf, that’s the difference between you and I. While you’re just happy to be here, I’m hungry. When you won the PCW World Title, and then proceeded to lose it very quickly, no big deal. Life goes on, blah, blah, blah. To me, that’s simply not good enough. You see, I am a professional wrestler. That’s all I know and that’s all I want to be. And having the PCW World Heavyweight Championship represents that I am the best… in the world. Forget the nicknames, catchphrases and pats on the back. When the rubber meets the road, the only thing that matters is that I have this belt around my waist. That doesn’t mean I’m obsessed, nor does it mean that I’m selfish. It simply means that I am the number one wrestler in Premium Championship Wrestling and I happen to like my place on the pecking order.
Lonewolf, at Slamathon, I’m going to prove that while you’re good, I’m better. At Slamathon, I’m going to prove that while you’re a resume, I’m reality. At Slamathon, I’m going to prove that while you’re a FORMER World Champion, I’m the reigning World Heavyweight Champion. I know the fans are behind you and I know that General Manager James Baker is behind you. But when that bell rings, they won’t be able to help you. Cheering and chanting won’t change the fact that I am true greatness and you’re NOT. We’re headlining a pay-per-view, in Chicago, Lonewolf, so make sure to soak it all in. I want you to cherish every moment as your theme music plays and the fireworks go off. Because trust me, once that bell rings, you’re going to find out exactly how obsessed and selfish I can become. Everyone wants to talk about the return of the Elite. Everyone wants to talk about Sickboy and Yoshiru Long. Well I can promise you one thing Lonewolf…when Slamathon III has come to a close and the fans walk towards their cars parked in the lot…the only thing…ONLY THING…they’ll be talking about is the PCW World Heavyweight Champion. See you in the Windy City, buddy.
(Morrison laughs as he walks out of the picture. The scene fades to black.)
