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Post by "HBK" Shawn Michaels on Jun 9, 2011 18:38:17 GMT -5
Accomplishments: -6x NHBWO World Heavyweight Champion -NHBWO Intercontinental Champion -2x NHBWO World Tag Team Champion -NHBWO Co-Owner -SNME Founder & Owner -SNME Tag Team Champion -SNME Legends Champion
Notable Feuds: -Ryan Beyer -Bret Hart -Triple H -Vince McMahon -Randy Orton -Chris Jericho -Paul Heyman -Kurt Angle
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Post by "HBK" Shawn Michaels on Jun 9, 2011 19:36:03 GMT -5
The scene opens and a camera slowly creeps down a long hallway. Throughout the hall stands many of the superstars of Saturday Night's Main Event such as Carlito, Rob Van Dam, Justin Tyger, and CM Punk. The men seem estatic about whats going on and are excited to be in the Mohegan Sun Arena for another episode of Saturday Night's Main Event. The show is only minutes away from starting and the buzz of anxiousness fills the arena. The camera continues on down the hall passing more and more superstars and then even passing the Owner's office. Second after second of feeling the buzz of anticipation the camera turns a corner and spots a lone door that reads "The Heart Break Kid" Shawn Michaels. An even greater feeling arises and the camera begins to walk forward as the door creeps open. As the door shuts behind the camera Shawn Michaels is seen dancing around in a towel to his trademark theme song "Sexy Boy" He dances to the music and a smile just shines off from his face. As he looks over his shoulder he spots the camera and suddenly stops. An even bigger smile appears across the face of "The Heart Break Kid" and he turns off the music flowing out from the speakers of a small boom box.
HBK: Excuse me for that, haha, but "The Heart Break Kid's" just feeling in the mood tonight if ya know what I mean. The energy is flowing and the ladies are ready, but are you ready Hunter??? Ha ha....you see Hunter, tonight "The Heart Break Kid" Shawn Michaels makes his return to the ring, and boy is it gonna be a good one. I've had an itch to get back in that ring for a long time my friend and I've finally decided to give it a little scratch.
Shawn shakes his dripping wet hair and as the camera moves up towards his upper body he acts as if he is about to snatch off the towel wrapped around his waist. He stops just before it comes off and chuckles. He runs his hands through hia hair and chakes it around a bit as another smile breaks out across his face.
HBK: Oh man, how it feels like old times again. I mean just think about it. It's Shawn Michaels teaming up with Big Daddy Cool. It's something no one ever imagined to see in the SNME, but it is damn sure happening. "The Showstoppa" has come prepared my friend and he's ready to play a little sweet chin music.
Shawn suddenly reaches down and pulls out a pair of sunglasses. He un-folds them and places them over his eyes as he turns around to look in the mirror. He does a few poses and smiles yet again. He pushes the glasses down his nose just a tad bit to reveal his eyes and he once again begins to speak.
HBK: Hunter, do these remind you of something. These are from the prime days of "The Heart Break Kid" Shawn Michaels. These are from the days I faced some of the greatest men in the history of wrestling, but ya know Hunter that is in the past.
Shawn snatches off the glasses and begins to rummage through his bag again. He pulls out a pair of black tights with green broken hearts on them. Crossing over each heart is a black "X". Shawn stares at the tights for a few seconds and quickly throws them down. The look upon his face suddenly gets serious and he looks deep into the camera as if staring in the eyes of Triple H.
HBK: Hunter, alot of things are in the past, but what we went through a few months ago isn't in the past. It isn't something I'll forget and Hunter, I'm going to just give you a little memory of what we went through tonight. I'm going to show you that after sitting behind a desk for 3 months hasn't slowed "The Heart Break Kid" down a bit. You've got all the pressure on you Hunter, and you're the one with everything on the line. I've got nothing to lose because I've already had it. I've already done everything you have Hunter, and I'm not the one that needs to prove myself. These people respect me Hunter. They respect me for all that I've done and all that I WILL do. You've got a big match coming up, am I right? Does Rumble in the Jungle just happen to ring a bell? Well if it doesn't it should, because on that night you face your first real challenge. You go head to head with "Lion Heart" Chris Jericho and Hunter you're afraid. I can see it in your eyes and I can hear it in your words. I've heard this tone from you before Hunter. Don't you remember? Don't you remember our match at Battle - Mania? Don't you remember the hell we went through? Don't you remember me pinning you every Saturday night for a month straight? Hunter, I've had an itch to step back into this ring for months now, and tonight I get my chance to scratch it. Tonight I get my chance to show all these people just exactly why I am "The Showstoppa". Tonight is my chance to show you just what I've been holding in for the last three months. There's quite a lot Hunter, and I'm not quite sure if you can handle it. I'm not quite sure if Jericho can handle it. Hell, I'm not even sure if I can handle it. Whatever it is lingering deep inside me is ready to come out, and I won't hold it back any longer. It's coming out Hunter, and you know exactly what I'm talking about. You can't always hide from your past and thats what scares me. I don't like who I was in the past. I don't like the thigns I did in the past, but I've got to live with it. There's no taking it back and thats what boils my blood.
Shawn slowly sits down on the bench behind him and lowers his head into his hands. He looks to the floor and the water from his hair slowly drips down. Each drop of water hitting the floor sounds like a heart beat and after taking a deep breath Shawn looks back up into the camera.
HBK: Hunter, don't make me go back to the way I was. Don't make me do the things I hate about myself. Don't make me go back to the past. It tingles my spine Hunter, and you know exactly what I'm talking about. It tingled my spine Hunter, and I've got that sensation in me again. I've got that feeling that flowed through my blood back in 1997. Hunter, I'm a changed man, but if I have to I will dig deep inside me. I will bring out the worst in me. You better pay close attention tonight, because you've got two big challenges. You've got to prove yourself against me and you've got to pay close attention to your partner because in a few short weeks, the two of you will be going head to head for something that I once cherished, for something that I once held dear to my heart. Jericho, stay aware and stay alert because you've got something to prove to. You've got to prove to Hunter that you're a worthy opponent. You better bring your best and you better put it to good use. You two can't touch eachother until May twenty-seventh, and I know it has to be killing you both. It kills me to even think that you two get to fight for that title. Ya see, it wasn't exactly my time to leave, but I chose that path and I have to accept it. There is a new "Generation" and it is right over the horizon. Nothing can stop it from rising and you two are right on top. You two are the future of the SNME, and its time you show it. I may be a superstar of yesterday, but I'll always be remembered as an Icon. I'll always be remembered for the great things I've done, and no matter what you two can't take that away from me. So Hunter, Chris............give it all you got and try........just try to stop this show.
With a deep serious look Shawn remains staring into the lifeless lens of the camera. Not a sound can be heard throughout the room and he suddenly release big breath of air as the camera suddenly fades to pitch black.
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Post by "HBK" Shawn Michaels on Jun 13, 2011 19:50:51 GMT -5
We are slowly taken down a hallway into a dimly lit room. The dim light softly glows as the we looks around for any sign of life. There sitting across the room is none other than a true legend, Shawn Michaels. The man known to this business for giving his all every time he steps into the ring sits in a silver folding chair with his head lowered. His hair drapes down over his face as he breathes in the fresh familiar air. What is he doing? Recollecting old memories? Praying? Hoping to God that he makes it through the night? It is only he that knows, but as we watch we begin to ponder and ask ourselves questions. Shawn slowly raises his head high with a smirk across his face.
He looks down beside him and unzips his gym bag. He reaches in and pulls out familiar pair of black boots with silver trim. Shawn places the boots before him and places his left foot into one of the boots. A deep sigh is released, almost seeming to be pleasing. Shawn slips his other foot into the last boot and bends forward. He tucks his familiar black tights into the boots and ties them one after the other.
Shawn reaches back into his bag and pulls out a roll of white tape. He unpeels a tiny bit and begins to wrap his left wrist followed by his right. He gets the tape just the way he wants and tosses the left over back into the bag. What is soon to be a fight for his life is slowly nearing....second after second. A hint of nervousness fills the room as Shawn stands up. As we watch on, he walks over to a table and picks up a bottle of water. He slowly twists the top off and soon after the smooth cool liquid flows down his throat like the passion in his soul.
Shawn slowly sips down the entire bottle and tosses it into a trash can across the room. He wipes the water from his lips and releases a sigh of relief once more. Shawn runs his fingers through his hair and opens up the locker on the wall. He reaches in and pulls out a pair of silver chaps, shining like the stars filling the sky. He buckles the belt and fastens it around his waste. What was thought to be lost is slowly coming back to him. The feeling he once had every night is returning. Its taking over and we can tell. Shawn places his left foot on the chair and secures the chaps on his leg. He then does the same for the right leg and looks back into the locker. This time he pulls a matching vest. He slides his arms through and pulls it to his body. Shawn hooks the front together and twists his torso from left to right to get a better feel.
Now, decked out in what brought him happiness for so many years, Shawn is ready for the evening. Shawn is ready to go out there and fight for what he once loved to do. He is ready to once again put his life on the line and show everyone that he's not gone. The Shawn Michaels we know never left. He is still inside there, buried deep under all of the worries and stress of being an owner brings him. But somehow, someway, he'll be free again. Is this the night? Is this where Shawn Michaels will take claim to his abilities and once again prove to the world who he is? Only God knows this, and tonight we'll all have to watch and find out. Will Shawn fall to his enemies, or will the good Lord carry him to victory and ignite the passionate fire inside him?
The many questions leave our minds as we turn our attention back to Shawn who is leaning his head against the wall. Shawn slowly mumbles under his breath and looks up. With a look of confidence across his face he smiles...... : Shawn......you're up next!Shawn looks over just in time to catch a glimpse of someone's head slipping back out the door and disappearing. At this instant he realizes that the time is now. He must now do battle and be reborn into the wrestling world.Shawn: Here goes nothing..........Shawn shoves open the door and makes his way into the hallway. We slowly follow him down the long desolate hallway until he reaches a tunnel. The sound of the crowd can slightly be heard and a smirk leaps across his face. The pounding of drums shakes the arena as Shawn steps into the tunnel. Without looking back he takes the next step in a long journey finding himself once more. Red spotlights shine through the tunnel as we follow behind our messiah leading us to the battle. As the pounding drums grow louder Shawn turns his neck from side to side popping it and preparing himself to do what he hasn't done in a long time. A guitar cuts in an the lyrics of "Sexy Boy" blare into the ears of all the on-lookers. The black curtain tears open and "The Heart Break Kid" Shawn Michaels comes bursting through. The familiar feeling brings goosebumps down his spine as he spins around to give the crowd a good look at him. The sound of the crowd, almost deafening, grows louder and louder as Shawn points to them. He lets them know that tonight is going to be a night they'll never forget as long as they live. The music continues to blare as Shawn prances down the ramp way, happier than ever. As "The Showstoppa" reaches the ramp he looks around, and with a smirk across his face he drops to his knees. He suddenly thrusts his arms into the air and looks high into the heavens shining down upon him. A glimmering wall of golden pyros suddenly explodes, almost shaking the very foundation of the arena. The smoke begins to linger in the distance and Shawn rises up, like an angelic warrior sent to defend the heavens from all evils that creep in the shadows.
Shawn quickly jogs around the ring slapping the hand of each on-looking fan, waiting in eagerness for "The Heart Break Kid" to make his presence known. Shawn leaps up onto the ring apron and wipes his boots. He steps into the ring and the roar of the crowd grows louder and louder. Shawn cannot believe how insane the crowd is going, and cannot help but to smile. Shawn paces around the ring and suddenly stops in the center. He unhooks his vest and tosses it to the mat. He then bends one leg at the knee and stretches the other completely out. A pose that has been missed for far too long is now formed. "The Heart Break Kid" Shawn Michaels lifts his arms and flexes his muscles as a small set of pyro explodes along the ring apron behind him. Shawn holds the pose for a few more seconds as the fans capture this very moment in history. Shawn then unzips his chaps and unbuckles the belt holding them around his waist. He snatches them off and twists them around in the air before tossing them to the outside. Exposed to the crowd, are the familiar black tights lined with the red and white broken hearts. Shawn motions for a microphone, and a member of the ring crew tosses one in to him. Shawn motions for silence and the fans slowly, very slowly, come to a soft buzz. Shawn nods his head in approval thanks all the fans for their great support that has helped make him who he is. Without all of these people watching him, he would be just another face in the crowd. Without hesitating, Shawn speaks.Shawn: Does this feel great or what? Are you people as excited as I am? Because you sure don't seem like it!The crowd roars again sending a shiver down Shawn's back. He smiles and begins to pace the ring. As the sea of admirers look on, Shawn leans in the corner and props his legs up. Shawn pretends to sleep as the crowd begins to chant "H-B-K! H-B-K! H-B-K!" Shawn then gets down and heads back to the center of the ring.Shawn: Alright, alright, alright! Lets get this place cooled down a bit. Now I know it has been a long time since I've done this, and I mean a long time, but let me get it done. Let me tell all of you what is on "The Heart Break Kid's" mind. I've been going through quite alot lately. I've had Heyman breathing down my throat, basically wanting to take away my second love. Then you've got the rest of the crew chewing me out trying to get things done - constantly moaning. And with all this, I've built up quite alot of hate and anger. But tonight........I'm not gonna be angry. You know why? With all this pissing and moaning from everyone, and Heyman wanting to end my career, I found something. I found something that has been lost of quite some time - my smile. Just knowing that Heyman was actually thinking of ending my career brought happiness to me and caused just a hint of a mile to creep across my face. This very moment brought a though into my mind. Is the guy serious or what? I've been stepped on plenty of times in my career and I'll be d**ned if I'm gonna let it happen now. I'm not gonna stand for crap like this anymore. I'm not gonna sit here and be run over by Paul Heyman and his goons. I'm putting a stop to this TONIGHT!The crowd suddenly explodes with cheers but Shawn immediately throws up his hands for silence. He isn't asking these people - he's telling them.Shawn: I'm not out here to get pops for everything I say. I'm out here for a different reason. I'm out here tonight.....to make my return! The "Heart Break Kid" you all know has been gone for sometime, buried deep within me, but with all of the madness and abuse of power and pure insanity, he's found his way back! No more, will I stand for what is going on. This place needs to be saved and there's no other man quite fit for the job. So my lord and savior has called upon me. He has sent a message to me through all of this havoc. He's told me that with the return of an icon, a great change will come. And bah God, that change will come! A change will happen around here tonight, and it'll be a change for the good. It'll be a change that effects everyone! I'm not frightened by this sadistic match I've got to go through because I know that when it's all done, I'll be brought to my feet as a glorious warrior who has accomplished his feat. Mason Paine.....Randy Orton.........Paul Heyman, hell hath no fury like the fury of "The Heart Break Kid" Shawn Michaels! And when you step into this ring remember one thing. Look back and remember all the people that went through the flames of hell with me and see, just see who was glorious in the end. You'll notice something, it's always me. No matter what I've gone through, I've always found a way to be glorious. Paine.......what pain have I not felt before??? Orton, what more do I need to show you? I've felt all the pain in this world, and I've showed you time after time, that I can't be overcome. I'm the only man you know that can say I've gone through everything. As you'll see, my actions speak alot louder than my words......so hear this and hear it well: "Finally......He Has Returned!"Silence fills the arena as a smile, like no other covers Shawn's face. Staring the devil in the eyes, Shawn waits in the ring, eagerly hoping to end what was started months ago in just a matter of minutes.........(OOC: I sort of like this role play, but idk, what momentum I had died, so I was winging it. Maybe it is ok.)[/center]
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Post by "HBK" Shawn Michaels on Jun 13, 2011 19:54:45 GMT -5
We slowly pace a long dark hallway. The sound of cheering can be faintly heard as we move further and further down the hallway. Finally we come to a black curtain. There standing with his head poked through the curtain is a man who could be recognized anywhere he went. This man is a man of honor and dignity, a man that gives it his all with everything he does. We stand there, patiently waiting as the man continues peaking through the curtain, what he is watching.....we do not know. The sound of a bell sounds and he pulls his head through the curtain. The Icon, Shawn Michaels, lets out a tiny smile of satisfaction and nods his head. He stares straight into the camera as we begin to move back wards and he begins to move forwards. Shawn: Years ago, this business was all about passion. It was about stepping into the squared circle with someone you respected and busting your butt. Oh my, how times have changed. I've seen 'em come and go, and I've seen this business make a complete volte face. What used to be such an honorable thing has turned into a money monger. All this business does is take everything you have and give you money, and thats all. Until recently, I believed all of this was true. I believed every word of what I just said. But not only did I believe this, the world too.[/i] Shawn continues walking just staring into the camera with a look of determination.Shawn: Out of the shadows rose the future, Joey Leone. I thought I was the only one in this place fighting for honor and respect, I thought wrong. I thought the future had no hope in it, but I was wrong. I thought wrestling itself was dead, but I was wrong. All of these things I said were proven wrong. In November, the future was changed. A young new face entered the wrestling world and planted a foundation. When he entered this business he made a choice, and bah God he made the right choice. He's not gonna sit there and disrespect those before him. He isn't going to spit on the careers of those who came before him. He knows this business and he respects it. Joey Leone loves this business and I'll be damned if I'm gonna let him fight for it on his own. He has found his passion and we both share this as one. We share our love for this business and with it, we give everything we've got for it. You can put all the money you want in front of my face or you could give me a dime, and I'd still bust my ass in that ring. And just like me, Joey Leone would do the same.[/i] Shawn pulls a few dollar bills from his jeans pocket and tosses them in the air. The dollar bills slowly fall behind him to the floor, left for someone else to find.Shawn: Unlike people such as Sam X and Randy Orton, I don't have the rapacity for money. And if you don't believe it, thats your loss. Leone has helped me find myself, and I thank him for that. Because he helped me pick myself up off my ass and step back into that ring. He gave me a slight bit of hope, and dammit it brought something in me back. It brought back a fiery passion that is dying to be released, and its going to be released. Sam X and Randy Orton have stepped up to the occasion and this Saturday, they're going to witness "The Showstoppa" teaming up with "The Future of Wrestling" in the greatest ass-kicking of their life! Sam X, you want to see a tag team, you pay close attention to Joey and I. You watch closely as two men fueled by passion kick your cocky ass! Shawn: Randy, I showed you at Revolution that "The Heart Break Kid" was back, and how did that go? You and Mason Paine got beaten into oblivion. And if I have to....I'll do it again. One way or another I'm going to teach that this legend can't be killed. The only way the legend of Shawn Michaels will be killed is if my heart stops beating. Randy, you've got everything a natural athlete could ever want, I'll tell you this you've got not passion what-so-ever! I see you walking around here like the rest of 'em....thinking your hot stuff because you were in the main event. You've been in main events, but have you earned it? Have you busted your ass for years? Have you broken your back? I think not Randy. You've been handed things your entire career because your father wrestled before you, but you see.....there is a difference between you and your father....he had passion, and wrestled for the love of the business.[/i] We continue walking in front of Shawn and in the background we hear many of the younger guys in the lockeroom talking amongst each other. Thoughts of materialistic things are practically floating above their heads as they count their money from their freshly cashed pay checks. With a look of disgust across his face Shawn snatches the money from Booker T's hands and tosses it into the air.Shawn: Is this all that matters to you? Is this all you care for? Do you have no passion for this business what-so-ever? I'm sick and tired of seeing this! Night in and night out I see young guys like you.....just counting your money and talking about what you're going to buy next.....well I've had enough. Sam X.....Randy Orton you've been handed too much in your lives, and this Saturday you're going to have to work your asses off if you even expect to come close to beating Joey and I. Hotlanta you better get ready because "The Showstoppa" and "The Future of Pro Wrestling" are fired up!Leone, from here on out brothers are we, and "For Honor We Fight!"[/i] The truth spoken by Shawn Michaels begins to seep into us. Finally we realize what he has said here tonight is true. Slowly this business is dwindling away, but if he has anything to say about it shall be saved![/center]
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Post by "HBK" Shawn Michaels on Jun 13, 2011 19:56:01 GMT -5
We're suddenly taken to San Antonio, Texas on a tranquil night. Not a cloud is in sight, and shining bright above us are the stars. As the stars twinkle in the night, we take a look around. Standing before us is a legendary place where a great battle was once faught. As we gaze in awe at the legendary building, dirt is softly kicked around and blown about.
Slowly stepping into view is San Antonio resident, Shawn Michaels. A legend himself stands here on this ground where people once gave their lives for. Shawn slowly walks around, just looking. He then stops, and begins to speak with us - looking on from behind."The Alamo - once a missionary church turned battle ground. It's said that over six-hundred people died defending this place, and today it still stands. Those six-hundred people didn't win the battle, but here....still standing is the place they faught for. Kind of ironic if you think about it. The Mexican army marched here to San Antonio, Texas to stop the rebellion and take control......yet Texas is still not part of Mexico. I'm sure the Mexican army thought they won this great battle, but deep down.......they won nothing. The Alamo still lives on......the Alamo is still standing, and now in history books, the Alamo lives on as a legendary story about Texas and how brave men gave their lifes for it. Shawn pulls his hands from his pockets and slowly moves forward. He pulls on the rickety doors, and slowly opens them. The creaking doors echo in the night as Shawn steps into the old building. We follow close behind, as to not stray very far from him, and as he walks he speaks."Just like the Mexican army back in 1836, Randy Orton is trying to kill something......he's trying to kill the legend of "The Heart Break Kid" Shawn Michaels. Randy, we've got a match at Unbreakable, but are you prepared? Are you prepared for a journey of deliverance and remembrance? Young Randy, there is a lesson - just waiting to be learned. So come with me.......and learn something."Shawn continues on walking and slides his hand along the wall."Just placing my hand on these walls can shoot so many images into my head. With all the stories I've heard about this place, I can see the brave men that faught for the Alamo - fighting hard and dying for what they believed in."Shawn walks up a shakey set of stairs and walks through a door way. He is now on the roof, exposed to the beautiful night sky."Looking up at the night sky brings so many things to mind......such as why I live the life I do. Why do I do this? Why do I put myself through so much pain and punishment? I'll tell you this....it isn't for money......it isn't for fame....it's for sheer love. Randy.....ask yourself this.....how long are you going to live? And when the day comes.....when you pass from this world to the next.....where will you be? Where is the after life going to take you? And Randy......what of you will be left here on Earth in remembrance? A legendary tale of how you overcame so many things or a horrid nightmare of how you tried to kill off everything in sight?"Shawn steps onto the stub of a wall, and sits down. He then stretches his legs out and lays back - hands behind his head."Every day I try so hard, but ya know, it's just never enough. I'm all out of energy, and I'm just sick and tired of screwing up. I sit here hiding scars - pretending to be tough, but deep down......deep down I know that this act I put on - it's all just a bluff. The world will knock you down.........and the world will take you out, but theres not one person in this world that's gonna live forever.........A soft rumble echos in the distant as a flash lights up the sky. A herd of clouds, almost like a stampede of cows, suddenly fills the sky. The rumble of thunder grows nearer and nearer as the soft flashing of lightning flickers in the night. A soft pattering rain begins to fall as Shawn sits up. He looks into the sky and holds his arms out as the rain falls down."When I'm so sure I've got it down, strong and confident, as if I were king of this town - down from the heavens God sends a shattering blow. Almost as if I've lost everything....there's no place to go. So these scars I hold in remembrance.....my loss of blood for my arrogance......and I hold out my hands for deliverance.......God will strike you down, and the world will take you........there is no one on this Earth thats gonna live forever......."Left in our minds is the scene of Shawn Michaels staring into the night sky with his hands held out, and the rain beating against his soft face.
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Post by "HBK" Shawn Michaels on Jun 13, 2011 19:59:27 GMT -5
"Jealousy... Thoughts... Feelings... Behaviors... All occur when someone believes a valued relationship is being threatened... And sometimes... This threat.... Has no knowledge whatsoever of threatening the relationship at all..." Here we are. Staring into a lockeroom in which Shawn Michaels inhabits for the night. Sitting in a steel chair before us is Shawn Michaels, a man who has learned so much through jealousy. Shawn sits in the chair lacing up his boots, preparing for his return to Saturday Night's Main Event. For the past three weeks Shawn has been missing from action. He has sat at home, nursing the beating the New World Order gave to him. But now he is all about business. He is all about settling the score and returning the favor to the NWO. So tonight... It shall go down that Shawn will triumph over evil and regain the advantage as he goes into war with a nemisis for the ages....Vince McMahon."Ya know, I've been wrestling for the most part of my life... And I've learned more in this business than I ever did in school. School never taught me the ways of life... It only taught me how cruel the world really was... But being on the road... It taught me so many things..."
"Over the years, I've gone through many friends... Just think. There was Marty... That didn't last too long... There was Diesel... Hunter... Well you all know about Hunter... It was these men that taught me so many things. My relationships with them had so many ups and downs and for the most part....downs. Two of these three relationships ended with me stabbing both of them in the back. And what did I do it for? Fortune and Fame... Simple as that... If you think about it... That is a pretty dumb thing to stab your best friend in the back for... But when you are on the road... Living off thirty bucks a week... You'll understand... I stabbed Marty and Kev in the back for a reason... To simply get my self higher up than them. To put myself on a level above them where I was getting the greens... And ya know, it worked. I stabbed those two in the back and I got myself all the fortune and fame I wanted..."
"But was it worth it? Back then it was worth every penny of it... but now... Now I miss my friends... I miss the times we shared and the time spent traveling the roads together. Because those were the moments that taught me how to lve life. Those were the moments that made me who I am."Shawn finishes lacing up one boot and pulls his other boot from his gym bag. He slowly slides his foot in and places it on the floor in front of him. Shawn then bends forward and begins to lace the other boot up."Tonight is all about me. Tonight, I'm making a statement. Tonight, "The Heart Break Kid" Shawn Michaels returns from one hell of an ass kicking from the New World Order. And tonight... "It isn't just Shawn Michaels... It is "The Showstoppa"! It is "The Icon"! And my lucky opponent for tonight is a long time friend of mine...Kevin Nash."
"Ya know, Big Kev and I go way back. In fact, I'm the on that brough Kevin into the World Wrestling Federation. Ahhh, I can remember it as if it were yesterday... Shawn Michaels brings in "Big Daddy Cool" Diesel as his body guard... Nash had my back... He made sure that no one... And I mean no one got the best of me when I wasn't looking. The two of us were inseperable... But, as always something was clawing at the bond between us. Something was boiling between us and it wasn't our blood... It was jealousy... In both of our eyes we saw one thing...gold... It was the gold that drove us apart. And because of that I stabbed Kevin in the back. I turned my back on him so that I could win the WWF Championship... Did it work? Of course it did... Everything I pulled worked... I was Shawn Michaels and no one could keep up with me..."
"Even though it worked... To this day I regret it... It was those days that got to me... That put an evil in my soul... And today... I can thank God for helping me rid those evils. Today I can thank God for giving me the strength to overcome things like that and be the man that I am. And it is God that I can thank after I find the courage to put an end to the NWO... To be-rid the SNME of the cancer that lies within... This Saturday, I make my return the house that I built... And Nash... I hate to do it... But I'm gonna have to. I'm gonna have to use you to show Vince McMahon... That I'm not fooling around... So Kev... When ya get the message.. Deliver it straight to Vince..."Shawn quickly stands up as he finishes lacing his boot. Shawn grabs his bottle of water and slowly exits the room....[/center]
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Post by "HBK" Shawn Michaels on Jun 13, 2011 20:02:54 GMT -5
The tension is high. A nervous buzz fills the air. We stand in a lockeroom. Where moments before a big match are spent. Where that pre-match ritual is performed. Where all thoughts of turning back are tossed out the door. "Abandon all hope... Ye who enter here..."We take a look behind us to see a familiar face. Sitting in a chair in front of a row of lockers is Shawn Michaels. Like many times before, Shawn has a towel draped over his head and a bottle of water at his feet.Shawn: It is that phrase that is seen above the gates of hell before the soul of a sinner enters its realm. It is that phrase that kills any and all hope of ever coming back. Of ever making it through the flames and fighting your way back to Earth... very soon I will be entering hell. But it won't be to stay there. It will be to kill the devil himself....Vince McMahon. Since day one I've learned that Vince McMahon has no heart... No emotions...except anger of course... And no remorse for anything... Shawn slowly removes the towel from his head and picks up the bottle of water at his feet. He takes a quick swig and places the towel on the ground before him. He raises the bottle above his head and slowly begins to pour the cold water over his head. An allusion to purity is before us as the water cleanses all that is bad from Shawn. The water slowly pours over his hair and down his back. He slowly stops pouring the water, as the last drops land on the towel he placed below him. Shawn places the bottle beside him and picks up the towel. He slings his hair from side to side, sending droplets of water all over the room. Shawn then wipes his face with the towel and places it over his knee. With a look upon his face like no other, Shawn begins to speak.Shawn: My soul is now cleansed... Of all the evil and sinful things I've ever done in my life. I've prayed to God and he has washed my soul clean. He took all those things that I once did and took them away. No longer do I have to worry about the incubus that once hung above my head. No longer do I have to worry about how people look at me. My sins have all gone, and I've been reborn.
Shawn: In those few weeks that I was out, I discovered something. I discovered that I cannot let people force me to sin. That I cannot let anyone, but God and myself, guide my life. And in this time off... I read a story... A story of a deep journey through the pits of hell... A story that took you through every layer of hell and told you of which sinners lay where. As I read this book I couldn't believe where I could end up if I continued on with the things I was wanting to do... So I made sure that everything I had done before...was forgiven. I took the time to ask God for forgiveness.
Shawn: It wasn’t till now, that I knew I’d be taking my own trip through hell. That I’d be looking the devil in the eye... As I made my return to Saturday Night’s Main Event, I found myself staring the devil in the eye. I found myself looking into the eyes of a man that once had complete control over me. But he is no mere man. He is not human. No matter what someone tells you... He is nothing short of being the devil himself...
Shawn: You don’t believe me? Just look at what he has caused in this little time he has returned... Never in my life did I think the devil could rise to the heavens... But not too long ago it happened. And who was there to stare the devil in the face? Me, a warrior or God. A messenger of Jesus. I looked the devil square in the eye and I challenged him to a duel. But this duel won’t be on holy grounds..oh no. This war will be waged on the devil’s playground....hell!
Shawn: This won’t be a simple journey... But a pleasure it will be. For I will travel through all the nine circles of hell to look the devil in the eyes. I will first enter through the gates of hell and travel into limbo. Limbo is the first circle of hell in which unbaptized and virtuous pagans reside. Although they are not thought to be sinful, they did not accept Christ.
Shawn: I will then begin my journey to circle two. But first I must be judged. I must go before the judge of sin, Minos. But I need not worry. I have a cleansed soul in which he cannot sentence me to any of the other eight circles below.
Shawn: I will then pass through circle two, where those who are overcome by lust reside. I could have been cast into this circle, but that was at a time in my life when nothing mattered. Lucky for me, I found my lovely wife, Rebecca.
Shawn: Then, I was on to layer three, in which the gluttons live. I used to be a glutton. I wanted all the money... I wanted all the gold... But all of that doesn’t matter to me. If I’m a glutton for anything it is for passion.
Shawn: As I pass through circle three, I move on to circle four, home to the hoarders, people who take everything for themselves. This is where people like Vince McMahon should be, but he isn’t. He is far from here...in the last level, which will come later.
Shawn: Circle five, a place I can sometimes relate to: the home of the wrathful. On occasion I am known to be wrathful, but this isn’t because it is my true nature. I am driven to be wrathful because of others. And it is because of those others, that I could be laid to rest forever in this circle. Shawn: Circle six contains the heretics, those that go against standard religious beliefs and deny the existence of God. Once again, another circle not I, but Vince could be cast into... Next on my long journey, deep into hell, is circle seven which is split into three parts for the violent against people and property, the violent against themselves, and the violent against God...
Shawn: the violent against themselves...taking advantage of their lives...taking their own life with no thoughts of how it will effect those that care for them. It is a shame really, to think that anyone would ever want to take their life... But once again, it has happened to the best of us at the worst of times. Our emotions build up so much with all of these happenings and we... We just can't take it any longer... But think twice... Think about your loved ones... The ones that deeply care for you. That simple thought could save so many....but yet it doesn't....
Shawn: My journey goes on and I now head into circle eight, that of which the fraudulent lay. Those that are characterized by fraud. By tricking those around them into believing a lie... And who does this pertain to? Don't take the time to think about it... If you can't think of it now... Ha, then it is already too late.
Shawn: So here it is... The last circle... Where the devil himself, Vince McMahon is... The circle for traitors... Vince in general is not a traitor, but once you think of all the times he turned his back on you and walked out to leave you empty handed... You see it. You see that he is the biggest traitor of all time, stabbing his own own kind in the back. Why Vince? Why does it have to be this way? Why is it that I am going to have to actually make this journey? Is it jealousy... Maybe it is, because as I look into your eyes I see something new, not the pure hatred that hid there before, but a jealousy. A jealousy that is starting to show Vince.....Shawn slowly lowers his head and runs his fingers through his somewhat, wet hair. Shawn then stands up, with an intense look like no other upon his face.Shawn: I'm taking a stand Vince. I have had enough. You can't leave me alone, and let me be. You've started a deep fire inside me, one that isn't willing to burn out. A fire that cannot be controlled. You returned and wanted a reaction... So come on Vince... Cut me down! I'll go as far as you're willing. But I'm also setting a line. And when you cross that line... You've got your reaction!Shawn steps closer to the camera, his heart begins to race. He takes a deep breath and that same intense look as before tears across his face in an instant.Shawn: Stand up Vince! Stand up and fight your fight. I've had enough of you and what you stand for. I won't put up with it any longer... So at Wrestle Fest... You've got two options... You can walk away... Or stand up and let me finish what you started... I'll stand face to face with you Vince. I'm not going to back down. I'm not gonna run away and hide. I'm not gonna let you get away... I'm gonna put you in your rightful place and end this little game of ours... And as the smoke clears... And my fire has settled... Everything will change... Everything will be different between us Vince.
Shawn: That seed you planted in me four years ago... That see sprouted into a mound of anger... And that anger that you put inside me... My, how it has grown Vince. That feeling I used to get inside me... Its slowly bubbling inside me...begging to be released. And I hope to God it doesn't... Because Vince, if it does get realeased... May God have mercy on your soul... From you, i've taken insult after insult...after insult.... Well, I'm "Taking A Stand...." this crap you call a game... It will all be over... So spread your lies... Fool your followers... And hope that at Wrestle Fest, when you're standing across that ring from... That I show you the remorse I've showed others... I'm won't abandon all hope Vince... Because I plan on returning from our journey... But you... You can stick around in hell... After all... You are the devil himself!Shawn's words linger inside many minds. He stands still, no emotion whatsoever upon his face....[/center]
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Post by "HBK" Shawn Michaels on Jun 13, 2011 20:21:43 GMT -5
Blackness fills his mind. He lays there in dream. We venture into his dream, only to find that it is no dream . . . It's a nightmare. We look down on a wrestling ring, nothing surrounding it except for an abyss of black. Laying in the middle of the ring in a puddle of his own blood is a man known for greatness. A man that the world has watched for years upon years, wrestling in that ring and showing that each match is better than the last. A man that will go down in history as the only legend in this business. We suddenly get closer and closer, getting a better look. He bares cuts that do nothing but bleed. He bares bruises that do nothing but ache. The hurt that he has been given cannot be released. The hurt that has been done to him cannot be taken back.
The sound of ruffling feathers sounds in the distance. From the black abyss come three black vultures flying over head. The vultures soar above, circling the dead victim. For it is not until something is dead and broken that the vultures begin to prey upon it. Like flies buzzing around the bullshit you've heard throughout your life, the vultures slowly begin to swoop down. They nick the dead body with their beaks. Ripping . . . Tearing . . . His skin. Swoop after swoop, bite after bite, tear after tear, his flesh rips and he bleeds. The crimson red blood pours from his body, spilling onto the ring canvas.
For hours the vultures pick at their prey, taking all of what they want. After all, he is dead, so they think . . . A breath of air fills his lungs . . . A shot of life is taken in . . . His eyes suddenly jolt open. He quickly rolls over, swatting, swinging, kicking . . . The vultures begin to caw, scurrying from his body. He begins to scream as a great white light fills the black abyss. The darkness is swept away, the blinding light takes over. He covers his eyes, just barely peaking over his hands. A voice speaks . . . It is his own, but it does not come from his mouth . . ."They only care when you're on top . . . They'll tarnish your name when your not . . . Live off your blood . . . Live off your pain . . . And when you're gone forget your name . . ." He looks up, the vultures fade from the bright sky above him. His life has been spared, for his time is not over . . . Not quite yet. There is still one thing left to do . . . Rid the world of the vultures . . .
From the dream we leave. We suddenly look on into what looks to be a bedroom. Shawn's body, drenched in a cold sweat shoots up from the bed with a scream echoing through the house. Shawn looks all around him, swatting, swinging, kicking. His wife suddenly wakes up, taking hold of both of his hands. she speaks as she pulls his sweat drenched head to her heart."Honey, it was just a nightmare. There's nothing wrong. I'm right here."The comfort of reassurance fills him. Those words spoken by her soft, sweet, sensual voice take all the worry . . . All the troubles away from his mind. He nods his head, telling her that he is all fine now. He had just fallen into the worst nightmare he'd ever had in his lifetime. It isn't usually this way. But lately, things just haven't been right. Things just aren't the same. The people that once looked up to him . . . That honored him . . . That cared for him . . . They're trying to feed off of his great legacy. And this . . . It isn't going to happen. Rebecca kisses his cheek before laying her head back to the pillow. With his hand, he wipes the cold sweat from his face. He blinks his eyes a few times before pulling the covers off of him. One leg after the other, he swings them over the edge of the bed so that he can stand.
Leaving the warmth of his own bed, Shawn stands up. He looks over at the clock, reading "4:23 AM". He shakes his head, trying to wake up for the moment. He then begins to walk through the dark room, not a sound being heard at all. He makes his way to a door and reaches in to find the switch. As he reaches around the wall he suddenly collapses onto the cold hard bathroom floor. He writhes in pain, as something shoots through his body. Those years from doing what he does best are taking their toll. Those years of outshining everyone else are taking effect. But he doesn't let this get to him . . ."Come one, dammit. You can make it to the counter . . ."It was the pain that brought him down. It was the pain that brought him to the cold hard floor. But he is on his own. Rebecca has fallen back asleep, and he doesn't try to wake her. He has to do this on his own. He has to reach within himself and do it all on his own. No one else can do this for him . . . Only he. Every time he falls, he drags himself through the dirt again. His uses the last of his will to fight the pain. The pain that has to go . . ."Come on . . . Just a little further."Shawn is now right in front of the counter. He reaches up, grabbing the counter top. Using all the strength left in his body, he pulls himself to the counter. The strength . . . The will . . . The fight . . . He uses it all, pulling himself to his feet. He then places both hands on the counter before him. He lowers his head, taking in a deep breath. Shawn slowly looks into the mirror, the eyes of a broken man look back at him. He lets out a sigh of disappointment and begins searching through a drawer in front of him. He digs and digs, throwing things onto the counter. Finally, he pulls out a bottle of pills. He screws off the cap and tosses it to the floor. Shawn brings the bottle to his mouth and takes in what looks to be a more than needed amount of pills. He then drops the bottle, spilling the pills all over the counter and floor. He quickly twists the faucet, bringing a rush of cold water into the sink. He cups his hands, drinking the water so that he can swallow the pills . . . The drugs . . . He takes one big swallow . . . A sigh of relief. Shawn shakes his head, trying to wake up once more. As he stands there, the scene begins to blur. The room begins to spin. The pills must be taking a quicker effect on him that he expected. Shawn slowly stumbles forwards, slamming into the door. And then . . ."Shawn . . . Come on, baby. Wake up. Please wake up."We see nothing. the sound of a beeping occurs every few seconds. The scene slowly becomes visible, Shawn opening his eyes. He lays in a hospital bed, his wife sitting in a chair beside him, holding onto his hand so tightly. Fear runs through her body, thinking that the man she loves might not make it through the night. Then, she looks up, seeing his eyes slightly open. Tears of joy and happiness begin to pour from her eyes. She reaches over his body, embracing him with the most caring hug he's ever received. He softly places his arms around her."I'm . . . I'm sorry Becca. I just couldn't take the pain anymore. I couldn't handle all of the pressure . . . I thought that I had to find something . . . Someway to stop it all. To stop the dreams . . . Stop the pressure . . . To stop the nightmares."
"I don't care how bad those things get to you. Don't you ever, ever do something like that again. I don't know what I'd do if you were gone. And just think of the kids . . . The kids Shawn . . ."
"I know, Rebecca. I know. I'm sorry I did it. I don't know what got into me. It was like . . . Like something was feeding off me . . . Causing me to do things I didn't need to do . . ."
"Well, I've got to get back to the kids. I left them with my mother, but they can't stay with her all day. Now, you need to get some rest. The doctor said the pills may still have some effect on you, but for the most part you should be alright. He said you needed to get plenty of rest though. So, while I'm getting the kids, just get some rest. And sometime this afternoon I'll come by and bring them to see you."
"Alright. And Becca . . ."
"Yeah?"
"I'm sorry for this . . . I screwed up big this time . . . And somehow . . . Someway . . . I'm going to fix it all. This isn't going to be happening anymore . . . I won't let it."
"Alright, babe. Just get your rest. I'll be back in a bit. I love you."
"I love you too."Rebecca bends over him, kissing him on the lips. As the warmth touches him, a feeling like no other enters his body. It is as if happiness was taking away all of the darkness inside. As if all the fear in him had gone away. She then left his room, so that he could get some sleep. So as he sat there, he began to speak to himself."What in the hell have I done? I knew I shouldn't have taken those pills . . . I have done something like that . . . Like that in ages. Probably since around '97 or so. I just can't keep this up. Its been eating and eating at me ever sin . . . Ever since he challenged me."
"Ever since that day . . . It's like he has been in my head. It's like he has been eating away at my insides. And now, I can't do this anymore. I have to stop this pain. I have to stop this fear. I won't let him do this anymore. He's sat there and called me names to my face . . . Even dared to doubt my ability . . . No one . . . No one! No one does that to me. Every time someone has doubted me, I've shown them wrong. I've taken their doubts . . . I've taken their insults . . . I've taken everything they thought I couldn't do . . . And I did it!"Shawn stops speaking, his heart monitor beeping every few seconds. He looks over at it, watching his heart rate. Watching the green line move up and down."How did I get here? How did I let it get this far? What the hell went wrong?"These questions fill his mind. They linger there, almost echoing inside of his own head. He now just lays in the bed, taking notice to the things around him. He looks closely to the nightstand beside the bed. He notices a tiny mirror which must be Rebecca's. He slowly picked it up, looking deeply into it."It's gotten so bad . . . So bad I can't even remember the look of my own eyes . . . The look of pride and glory that fills them each and every night I compete in that ring . . . That look, it isn't there anymore. Its long since faded from these eyes . . . But, there is a way . . . The will inside me tells me that I can bring the look in my eyes back. The pride . . . The glory . . . It can all return. The love my family gives me . . . It is the one thing I have right now. And it is just that, that I Will use as a fuel . . . As my will . . . As my determination!"Shawn gently places the mirror back on the night stand. He then looks around, hoping something will catch his attention. He sees the bag of liquid. Drop after drop, it goes into his blood stream."There is more to life than said . . . There is more to me than even met . . . People think they know who I am. People think they know what I am willing and able to do. But truly . . . They know nothing. I'm not living for them . . . I'm not living for what they see me as. I'm living for my family . . . And I'm living for who I am. Through the weeks I've had a man hunting me . . . Urging me . . . He wanted one thing . . . A simple answer. But he wasn't going to get that. He wasn't going to sit there and pry the glory and pride from my hands. I sat back and let him get to me. I sat back and let him put me down. I sat back and let him tell the thousands of people watching every week that I was nothing. Well, Chris got his answer . . . But he didn't just get that. He got an action. And with every action, there is an opposite and equal reaction. Chris will fight back. Chris will hit me just as hard as I hit him. But that isn't the matter. You see, to me it is only just another night . . . It is only another journey without friends . . . Another fight to wish away the loneliness I live . . . Another circus side show . . . Another face I don't even know . . . And another night of people asking for what I have to give. This night, it isn't what it is to Chris as it is to me. To him, it is something he must do to prove himself. It is something he must to do use as a touchstone, to prove yourself as the "better" man . . . Chris, you can try, try, and try again . . . But none of that matters. Ever since the day we met, you've wanted everything I had and more. Well Chris, you can do what I've done . . . You can try as hard as you can to overcome me . . . But in the end . . . Just think. Who's name will always be there? Haunting you . . . Giving you thoughts of hatred and jealousy . . . Go ahead, kill me Chris. Beat me till I'm dead in the middle of that ring. Take the life from my body . . . The air from my lungs. . . The blood from my veins . . . But there is one thing you can't take . . . And that is love. The love I have for my family and for myself. The love I've used to get my way here. You'll never have that Chris. And do you know why? It isn't because you're not good enough . . . It is simply because when something doesn't go your way . . . You complain about. You sit there and blame others. Be the bigger man this time Chris. Don't complain if I beat. Just look at the bright side of things . . . You stood toe to toe, nose to nose, face to face with one of the greatest men in this business . . . 'The Heart Break Kid' Shawn Michaels. That, by itself, is enough from all of this. There is no need for the hatred and jealousy you've had for me since day one. Hell, you already drove me away from the ring on an every day basis. Is that not enough? Is that not good enough for you?"Shawn turns his head to his nightstand, looking over at his wallet. He carefully picks it up and flips it open. The first thing seen, a picture of him and his family. Their happiness shines in their smiles. Their love spreads from their arms around each other. The Shawn Michaels that everyone doesn't truly know is seen."So . . . Is is this what you want from me, Chris? The family I love . . . The happiness I share with them . . . You can take everything from me. But this . . . You can't take it from me. You can't beat me hard enough . . . You can't cut my skin and make me bleed enough . . . You couldn't pay me enough . . . So break everything I have. Break my body, my mine, my soul . . . But my heart . . . That can't be broken. For it is only me . . . It is only 'The Heart Break Kid' that can break his own heart . . . And how might that happen? Like I said Chris, my family is all that matters to me . . . Not World Championships . . . Not money . . . Not this company . . . Not even my own legacy . . . Have it all, I do not care. But when it is all said and done. When the dust has settled around our cold, broken, and bloodied bodies . . . I'll do something that you cannot do. I'll forgive you . . . I'll even forget you . . . The past will be behind us, and the future ahead of us . . . We can't change what is around us and we can't change the past, Chris . . . You're lost, and in search of a direction. So, go in that direction . . . Find yourself. But in doing so . . . Don't drag the others down. Take what is yours, not mine. These vultures have circled my head for far too long and Sunday night . . . The lifelessness that fills my body . . . It will all be refilled with the love and happiness of a real man . . . no longer will you pick at me till I'm all dead and gone . . . This Vulture, Chris Jericho . . . He has been warned . . . And his prey just isn't quite dead yet!"Shawn lays his wallet on the nigh stand. He then sits up in his bed, pulling the IV from his arm. He then pulls the heart monitor from his chest. Life fills his body. Love fills his heart. This warrior, sent from God above . . . He is ready . . . He is willing . . . He is waiting . . . The Vultures, they will be no more . . .
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Post by "HBK" Shawn Michaels on Jun 13, 2011 20:27:07 GMT -5
The darkness is broken with a pair of lights shining brightly . . . The silence is broken with the sound of a train whistle wailing in the middle of the dark night . . . The rumble shakes the very earth beneath us. The gravel shakes, almost as if the ground were moving from this great shaking. A train as black as the night comes rumbling by, smoke billowing from the stacks. The red glow from the furnace resembles the glowing eyes of the devil just before he pulls down souls of those who sin into the depths of hell. This train goes one way . . . Never returning those who board it back to where they came . . .
A lone man sits in one of cars, not speaking a word. He just sits there, his body bent forward as he rests his elbows on his knees, and his head on his hands. His lungs take in a deep breath as thoughts of where he is headed run through his mind. There is no turning back. There is no changing what has happened and what shall be. This is it . . ."This is the last stop . . ."A dark voice speaks over the train, telling everyone that rides it that this is the last stop. No one else shall pass beyond this point. The train keeps on going, suddenly shaking more violently. The man looks up, the look of terror in his eyes. The violent shaking grows more and more, shaking as if the entire thing was going to erupt. The squealing breaks ring in the distance. The train tries to slow, but it does no good. The man grabs hold of his seat, clenching it as tightly as he can. The train suddenly pops up, derailing from the tracks it once followed. Time seems to stop as the man lets out a gasp. The train leans to the right, hitting the rocky ground. The cars crash together, bending and twisting. As the engine car suddenly goes over the lavene, falling fast. Each car is pulled down with it, falling faster and faster.
The man is shown again, screaming at the top of his lungs. The train falls and falls for what seems to be hours. And suddenly, in a fiery heap, the train hits nothing but the rocky ground. Each car erupts in flames, completely engulfing it. The entire train burns in the distance, giving off an orange glow in the night. The flames burn for hours, devouring the metal that was a train. As the flames go out, and the smoke billows into the sky we look on into the middle of the wreckage. Covered in thick black ash is the man. He lays there, seemingly dead. A cough erupts from his lungs, bringing life back into his body. His fingers clench into fists. His eyes blink open. With what strength he has left in his body he slowly sits up . . . He pulls himself up with the twisted metal of the train and stands there. This was the last stop . . . But somehow he managed to survive it. Who is this man, and what is he . . . He is like no other . . . He is unbreakable . . .
In a cold sweat he shoots up from his bed. The nightmare is over and he is disoriented from it all. He looks left . . . He looks right . . . There is no one in the room with him. He begins to panic, not knowing where he is anymore. He lifts one leg after the other, climbing off the bed. He takes a step and stumbles forwards, bumping into a table. A glass of water spills to the floor. A bucket of ice tips over, scattering it everywhere. He opens his eyes and sees nothing but a blur. He wipes his eyes, thinking maybe there is just sleep in them. Still, he sees nothing. He shakes his head as hard as he can, thinking he still may be dreaming. He finally opens them, the room circling around him. The walls begin to close in on him. He can’t take it all in and stumbles backwards. He stumbles to the sink, grabbing a pill bottle. The top is quickly twisted off, falling to the floor. He dumps the bottle in his hands . . . nothing. Nothing comes from the bottle and he slams it against the floor. He begins to breath deep and heavy, getting very dizzy. Within the blink of an eye he stumbles back and crashes to the floor behind him.
For hours upon hours he lays there in shock. His chest slowly moves up and down as the sound of a busy highway sounds in the distance. The glow of a neon sign through the window slowly flickers off. The clock suddenly hits three in the morning. His eyes slowly blink open, staring up at the ceiling. He is on his own, not a soul there to help him this time. He is alone, and now he must overcome this all on his own. No family . . . No friends . . . No one.He slowly opens his mouth as words begin to flow out."I downed all the booze . . . I swallowed all the pills . . . It’s all the same, and my life is pitiful . . ."He sits there in silence, knowing that everything he uses to cope with the pain and the pressure is all gone. As he first got into his hotel room he drank the bottles down and took all the pills he had."Why does this have to happen every night? I do it every single night and still . . . I continue to do it. I continue to abuse the alcohol . . . Abuse the drugs . . . I’ve got to do something. I can’t just quit. Those words don’t leave my mouth . . . ever!"
"Here it is, that I walk the line of the disappointed . . . Here it is, that I celebrate when I’m in pain . . . My heart and mind are disjointed, becoming a mind of their own. One tells me one things as the other tells different. One tells me to drink the pain away, as the other tells me to just deal with it."
"I’ve built a bed in the hole I’m in and there isn’t much of an escape from here. I know I’m damaged, and I know I’ve got to keep going and find a solution. I can’t quit now. I can’t give up. I will not be broken. I will not be beaten. This is my chance for redemption. This is my chance to make up for what happened those months ago. But still, it haunts me. The thought of him and his father handcuffing me so I couldn’t even try to stop him from climbing the ladder. I sit here thinking about how I can redeem that loss on this very night and then it all gets blown away."
"He’s the only man that can rightfully say he beat me. But then again, he can’t even really say that, can he? He can claim to have beaten me, but how much credit does he really deserve? Was it really him who beat me? Or was it his pathetic father? But however you look at it, the record books hold it as Randy Orton going over Shawn Michaels. I’ve had my share of losses throughout my career, and I’ve had my share of screw jobs. But by far, I’ve never been screwed this hard before. I’ve never had to sit there, helplessly, and watch as my opponent climbed the proverbial ladder and deafeated me at my own game. And for that, Randy Orton is a threat. He is one of the few men who I’ve got to look over my shoulder for. Sure, I’ve beaten the likes of enemies like Vince McMahon . . . Chris Jericho . . . But who is the one man who haunts me to this day as defeating the Heart Break Kid? . . . Randy Orton!"Shawn rubs his eyes, now becoming more awake. The pills . . . The booze . . . It all starts to fade from his system. He slowly scoots back, sitting up against the foot of the bed. He slowly runs his fingers through his hair as words flow from his mouth once more."These dreams . . . They just never seem to go away. I thought once I took care of Chris they’d all be gone . . . Guess I thought wrong, huh? These dreams, they still occur . . . every night! It never seems to fail, that as I sit there, wasted away from the pills and booze, that one starts to happen. The vultures, they picked at me for nights upon nights. The train has been crashing for nights upon nights . . . I just don’t know how to stop them. But, as long as they occur, I must deal to break them. I must defeat what lay in front of me and stop these dreams . . . atleast for the time being."Shawn slowly stands up, using the bed to push himself to his feet. He slowly staggers across the room, opening the bathroom door. The light flicks on as he enters it. With a turn of the knob, cold water flows into the bathtub. He quickly presses something in, bringing the freezing water flowing from the shower nozel. He pulls off his white t-shirt, standing in nothing but his gym shorts. He steps into the shower, the freezing cold water pouring down on him. His hair becomes soaking wet. He begins to shiver. And yet again he speaks."Almost six months ago, I can remember doing this very thing. I can remember laying on the mat, handcuffed to the ropes, Orton’s music blaring through the arena, the crowd’s boos filling my ears. It was that moment that showed me something . . . I realized that I wasn’t unbeatable. I wasn’t unbreakable. I made my way to the back, the dried blood covering my body. I went straight to my locker room, not a single person spoke to me. I turned on a cold shower and sat there, the freezing water running over my body. That night, I let down my home crowd. That night, I let down my own family. That night, I let down myself. Yeah, Bob Orton got involved. Yeah, Randy didn’t deserve that win, but still, I could have gotten free from those cuffs . . . somehow."
"Randy, you made me bleed. You made me sweat. You made me ache in god awful pain. But don’t you forget . . . I did the exact same to you. You punched me . . . I punched harder. You kicked me . . . I kicked harder. You jumped . . . I jumped higher. You got up . . . I got up faster. Randy, ask anyone who has ever stepped in the ring with me. Hell, ask yourself if that isn’t true. Ask Jericho . . . Ask Vince . . . Ask Beyer . . . Ask Triple H . . . They’ve all stepped into that ring with me and experienced a loss at my hands. They thought they could beat me Randy. They thought they could go one step further than me. They thought they could go past the last stop. But Orton . . . They didn’t. They had me down and out, ready to put a loss on my record. But deep down I reached for something. My body sprung back to life. Air filled my lungs. And I kicked their teeth down their throat."
"I’ve lost too much blood at the hands of you, Orton. And no longer will that be the case. At the last stop we both have a choice. We can go on or we can quit. Which one do you prefer? Me, I prefer to take the pain. I prefer to shed the blood. I prefer to put all of that behind me and fight the fight that is ahead of me. Those two words, Orton. ‘I Quit’ . . . They don’t exist in my vocabulary. Never before, in my career, have those two words left my mouth in a match. And that isn’t about to change. I will prevail. I will redeem myself. And I will bring pain upon you like ther has never been before. Orton, you think you’ve felt pain before? You’ve never felt pain. Our match at Unbreakable . . . That was a preview young Randall. That was a tiny little hint for what there Is to come. And Randy, the time has come. The clocks have ticked time away. The day is near, that the two of us step back into that ring to stand face to face. You’ve left me laying in a puddle of my own blood night in and night out. I’ve sat there and watched what you did to me. I’ve seen my wife cringe at the very sight of my blood pouring from my head. I’ve seen my own children cry and squirm at night because they saw the horrific image of you standing over their seemingly dead father. I won’t do that again Orton. I won’t let that nightmare run through their minds anymore. I won’t let them see me like that again. This night, it will not only belong to me, but it will belong to my wife and my children. For what you’ve made them see, has caused them too much pain."
"There is no going back. There is no backing out. There is no mercy to be shed. There is no stopping what is to come this Sunday. Orton, you’ve taken it too far this time and this will be your last stop. This will be your judgement. This will be your test. Are you really a legend killer? Have you truley ever ‘really’ beaten a legend? If you are what you say you are, I will be laying in a puddle of my own blood once more. I will lay there as you stand over my lifeless body. But if not, I will return the favor. I will make you bleed. I will make you bruise. I will bring pain into your body like you have never felt. The pain you feel, your family will feel. Orton . . . this night belongs to me. Welcome . . . Welcome to the last stop!"The water suddenly stops. Shawn looks staright into our eyes. The look of a determined man covers his face, destined to get revenge on a man for causing not only him, but his family that same pain. As he remains looking into our eyes the sound of a train whistle sounds in the distance. The room around him begins to shake, seeming as if it were ready to collapse. The lights begin to flicker, finally cutting out. Like a tornado tearing through a tiny town a train comes crashing through the room, tearing it into a disaster.
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Post by "HBK" Shawn Michaels on Jun 13, 2011 20:41:04 GMT -5
In the black of the night a single car drives on for miles and miles down that same 'ol road. That steady roar just a' keeps on roarin'. The headlights keep on a' blarin' through the thick fog that falls, castin' a graveyard glare into the night. Minute by minute, the time keeps on rollin' on. Not a thing on the side of the road but dirt and rocks. Inside the driver grips the wheel hard, his knucles a pale white. He glares on at the road before him, but that roar is just a' gettin' to him. His eyes blink, and the wheel jerks to the right. With his eyes wide, he jerks the car back on that same 'ol road again. The man next to him, pulls his hat from his face, wakin' up to what he thought might be his death.
"What in Sam hell are you doin', Shawn? You awake over there?"
Poppin' himself in the face with his hand, he's a keepin' himself awake.
"Yeah, yeah... I'm awake. Just hit a big pot hole, that's all. Just go back to sleep."
With the reassurance of his friends, 'ol Antonio Thomas covers his face with his hat and leans way back. With Atonio fallin' back to sleep, Shawn keeps on 'a glarin' down that road, hopin' for something. A sign, a smal town, it just don't matter. Some sign of life is all that's a' needed. Searchin' for something to help him stay awake, Shawn slaps his hand on the radio, turnin' it on. Static blares from the speakers and not a thing else. Not a single note from a song or even a commercial. He twists and twists the dial, and still... Not a sound. He slaps the radio off and cracks his neck from a' side to side. Tightenin' his grip on the wheel, crazy begins to roll over Shawn. He begins a' talkin' to himself, givin' him something to do to keep the sleep away.
"What am I even doing? Thinkin' I could get back in that ring. No one even believes in me anymore. I'm just an old washed up fool, lookin' to keep my name fresh in the minds of all those who once loved me. I should just turn around and go back home... But that ain't me. That's not who I am. I can't sit here and wither away. I can't let them break me. I can't let them forget my name. It just wouldn't be right. And I can't let Antonio down... I just can't. He's lookin' up to me right now. He needs me."
Lookin' over his shoulder, Shawn wishes he were doin' the same as Antonio - sleepin'. Shawn loosens one hand from the wheel and rubs his eyes, gettin' that sleep right on' out of 'em.
"Life's a lot to think about sometimes. Just ridin' down this lonely dark road, trapped in an endless roar of confusion and helplessness. This same 'ol road is one I've been down many a' times, and it's never steered me wrong. There's been many a' bumps... But what do I have to be worried for? I've got a beautiful wife, two kids, and the money I need to support them. Hell, if I've been down this same 'ol road, why am I here yet again? Why am I behind the wheel of this car drivin' to that same 'ol destination? Money? Passion? No... I've got the money I need to support my family and myself until I die. Passion... Look into these eyes. Behind these eyes burns a fire like no other man has within him, and you can hold me to that. But also behind these eyes rests determination. I've been sittin' in an office for the latter part of my career, and I'll tell you this... Many a' people have begun to doubt me. And that doubt... It changed the way I smile. It changed the way I looked at the world. Why was I being doubted? Jealousy? Hatred? It's all of those things and more that bring this upon me, and I'm bound and determined to be somebody again."
His eyes begin to blink, but the sleep is bearing down upon him, weighing his eyelids down more and more with each passing second. He slowly yawns, as his eyes begin to close. Drivin' down that road, a dream has fallen upon him.
"Ladies and gentlmen, till your World Tag Team Champions... MVP and Jack Swaggger!"
Surrounded by thousands of people, MVP and Jack Swagger raise their titles high. Antonio is slowly coming to his senses, as Shawn just lays there. Swagger paces around the ring, staring down at a broken Showstopper. Crouching down to get a better look, Swagger lightly slaps Shawn's face. No reaction comes, and Swagger couldn't be more pleased. A smile wipes across his face, as he knows he's broken the Heart Break Kid. MVP pats Swagger on the shoulder, who quickly rises up. The two shake hands and look down at Shawn, still lifeless s can be. They begin to point, mocking his very life... His accomplishments, his pride, his passion. Joining in with them, the crowd begins to boo Michaels, knowing that who once used to be their icon... Was truly pathetic. He was truly broken.
"Some legend, huh?"
"Why did this guy even try?"
"Didn't he realize he couldn't handle the competition anymore?"
"Couldn't he just stay down?"
A blaring sound takes over, growing louder and louder... A flash of lights blares, as Shawn's eyes open. He jerks the wheel, missing a head on collision with the first car he's past in what seems to be days. Anonio's head slams against the window, waking him.
"What the?"
"Sorry, man... I just can't stop dozing off."
"Listen Shawn, we've gotta make it their in one piece if we want to stand a chance in that match. That's all we've gotta do... Just make it there, man."
"You're right, Tony. I think we're pretty close to hittin' town anyways. I'll be alright until then."
"Alright, man. Remember, don't kill us."
Antonio pulls his hat back over is face and leans back once again. With the roar of the road, he is back at rest.
"Phew... He's right. I can't screw up now. Not on the brink proving who I am."
Shawn drives and drives, never looking back and never second guessing himself from then on.
"Kid, you've been through so much, and you don't even know how much better than me you are. Sure, you couldn't run circles around me in that ring, but I'll tell you this. You've found who you are, kid. And because of you... Because of the faith I have in what you can do... I'll fight the fight one more time. I'll give you everything I've got, if you can give them everything you've got. All you've gotta do is trust me, kid. I know where I'm going... I know what I've got to do."
Shawn looks over at Antonio, who sleeps quietly in his seat. Shawn glances for a moment... A quick moment into the rear view mirror at his own reflection. He looks eye to eye with his own self. In that moment, he's sees the weathered and worn look upon his face. He sees the tired in his own eyes.
"I’m tired. I’m withered. And I’m nearly out of breath. But rest assured… I’ll be by your side, kid. I’ve seen ‘em all come and go, but you… You’re different. You’ve still got that sparkle in your eye. The innocence is still in your smile, and every day I see it shine more and more. You… You’re just getting started. Me? I’m giving it my last shot. I’ve got this opportunity. This last call. And I’m gonna answer this time. There’s no turning back. There’s no giving it up. This is my last fight, and I’ve got to prove why I am who I am.”
Shawn rubs his hand over his scruffy face and takes in a deep breath.
”Swagger… You came into the house that I built, and you tried to tear it down. You tried to take everything that I stand for and tear it all down. But that ain’t happenin’. I’ve put my entire life into this place. I’ve bled the blood, and I’ve shed the tears, and I’m not about to let someone like you come in here and take that away from guys like Antonio. He’s here to make the world a better place. Yeah, he was a selfish man. He was controlled by addictions and gluttony, but he’s a changed man. You… You want everything you can get your grimy paws on with now care in the world for anyone else. You say you’re strong. You say you’re fast. What you fail to see is just how much of a threat I am to you. What you fail you realize is that I can beat you. You’re agile ability is nothing I’ve yet to see, and it doesn’t phase me one bit. Beat me into oblivion. Pound me to a pulp. I’ll look you in your eyes and ask for me. The one thing you lack, Swagger… Is the fire and heart that are within me. Lack the passion and the love that lies deep within the Heart Break Kid. You’ve got an incredible gift, kid… But you’re no Shawn Michaels!”
Shawn begins a’ grippin’ the wheel tighter and tighter, as the emotions begin to build.
”Porter… You want it all for yourself, huh? You want the money… The cars… The gold. You want everything. Is that gonna make you happy? Is that gonna keep a smile on your face? Is that gonna help you sleep at night? I’ve had it all, Porter. It isn’t what you think it is. It isn’t happiness. It isn’t all there is to life. I’ve lived one hell of a life, and I’ve obtained all of those things and more. But that’s not what makes me happy. Happy is watching my kids play in the yard. Happy is seeing my wife smile while she lays her head on my chest at night. Happy is seeing young guys like Antonio Thomas make a name for themselves a right way. Day after day… Show after show, you go around bullying anyone in your way. But that’s about to stop. You found an equal in Swagger, and you think you can both go around taking what you want? Beating up whoever? No, no, no. This is my house. This is my creation. And I’m gonna let you in on something. I’ve put up with a lot. Being told I was done. Being told I would never be able to hold my own in the ring with a guy like you. News flash, Porter, I’m better than you. I’ve beaten every big name you can throw out. I’ve won every title you can imagine. I’ve been on every big stage possible. I’m not just some ex convict with a chip on his shoulder and a hunger for money. I’m the icon. I’m the Showstopper. I’m the Main Event. I’m the Heart Break Kid Shawn Michaels!”
“Ohh! Ohh! Shaaawn!”
Shawn looks over to see Antonio dancing and singing in his seat. With a strange look on the both of their faces, they lock eyes. Antonio stops dancing and singing, as an awkward smile rolls across his face.
”Yeah, I’m just gonna go back to sleep… Uhh… Night!”
“No you don’t. You’re up, and we’re at the gas station. It’s your turn to drive!”
“Do I have to? I hate drivin’!”
“I’ve been behind this wheel all night. And I need some sleep.”
“Bu… But you were just all fired up and about to go Showstopper on whoever it was you were talking to.”
“You heard all that?”
Antonio smiles and nods.
”Yeah… I was just, uh… Getting’ myself hyped up for tonight. Ya’ know, I have to get into that frame of mind.”
“Yeah, okay…”
“Hey, you wanted to ride with me. I haven’t even put in my CDs yet.”
“Oh, God…”
Shawn turns the wheel to the left, as they pull into a dimly lit parking lot of a gas station. He pulls right up to the pump and turns the car off.
”You go in an pay while I pump. Oh, and get some drinks or something. Maybe some Slim Jims.”
“Ohhhh yeeeeaaah! Haha. Alright man. I gotta piss too, so I’ll be a few minutes.”
Antonio gets out of the car and heads inside. The gas tank pops open, as Shawn steps out. With the pump in his hand, he starts to refuel the car. As the gas pumps and pumps, Shawn leans back on the car.
”This here… This is the last stop. This is it for me. Tonight I step into the ring with a reflection of my youth, Antonio Promise. Across from us is every bit of adversity we’ve had to face in our life time. The demons. The doubters. The jealous lot. Promise and I… One team. One unit. One goal in mind. One shot to take it all. I’m laying it all on the line. My career… My life… My passion. It’s on the table. Swagger… Porter… You want it? Try and take it! After tonight, whether I’m able to walk out of that ring or not… Myself and everyone will know one thing. Shawn Michaels is the epitome of what it is to be a wrestling icon… And that… Is something neither of you will never… Ever be.”
The gas pump shuts off, as he closes the tank. Antonio jumps in the passenger seat with a bag full of goodies. With a deep breath Shawn cranks the car. He looks Antonio right in the eyes, reassuring him.
”This is it…”
Shawn presses the gas as the car takes off. He hits that road again and never looks back… [/size][/center]
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