Failures
((FADEIN: Michael Manson in black shirt and jeans, with the leg cut for his injured leg to be bandaged. The NA title lies next to him with it's design of a virtual pentagram with some of the lines missing at the center and a doubled edged M taking their place.))
MANSON: I did leave the ppv with an injured leg, Michaels, you're perceptive as ever. Of course I also left with the title while you left with completely nothing.
I will concede that I might have failed in my ideal quest to win the title from Silver....even now some guy with the name Psycho is walking arond with that title...making it all seem such a waste. But then again, I have my own title and it isn't likely that you'll see Rat Fink around anymore.
But you, Michaels, now have the distinction of failing twice in a single match. First, you try to injure my leg, something I won't moralize about. After all, I've done the same thing, only better. It was a good idea, just lacked execution. You should have ran my leg over with something, cart, car, whatever works. But no one has ever called you a lateral thinker.
And then of course you can't beat a one legged maniacal communist and a man who walked around with a friend in a cardboard box. You call it cheating what I did, I call it winning creatively, after all, it didn't go against the rules of the match. And it doens't change the fact that once again you are a failure.
You want to do it on your own and that is admirable, but you should be accepting all the help you can get. Because you've already proved that you can't really do anything to stop me by yourself. All you can do is hurt my leg. That's happened before.
I've been cut, broken, and bled more times than the Christians in the Roman Coliseum. This is nothing, Michaels. At least, Silver generally has the idea to attack someone's pride or gang up on them, all you apparently can do, is the work of a thug. Not an admirable New York City, no. But rather, a crack-addicted Los Angeles thug who speaks improper English. Must explain the shoddy work.
My leg will heal, Michaels, it has before. So, try to think deeper. I realize the disappointment you must be feeling right now with your comeback not exactly adding up to the world of success and enchantment that you wanted it to be. I wanted to beat Doc Silver for a title, I didn't get it. I punished the man responsible, you were there and found something else to do, another goal.
I did tell you, after all, I told you about this all. You didn't listen, but apparently you listened to the crowd. And their reaction is of course great, if enough cheer me, I can probably get my own religion started and get out of paying those cumbersome taxes. But it seems this is just the start of a new revelation for you, Michaels, and as I offered before, I will help.
The best path to enlightenment is the Zen Buddhist philosophy of through violence and pain. I agree with those, but there's so much for the truly inventive mind. I realize you can't think past hitting a knee with a crowbar, but luckily for all of us, I do. And as always I will show you.
Starr, I know little about you other than your patriotic stance. my only hope is that you're like most Americans in that you'll take bribes and do whatever I say and not think for yourself so I can win the match for us. Pretend you're voting in an election and do what is asked of you. Except this time, you might actually be rewarded. Not the title though, because I've grown somewhat attached to it, but keep the flag though, might want to wash the blood however.
And Eian, I know even less of you. It doesn't matter, I see you were involved, conspiring against me. Now just being next to Michaels si enough cause for me to act against you, but now, the evidence laid clear..there's just that extra amount of anger I have toward you. Let's see where it takes us.