Manson
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((FADEIN: NFW World Heavyweight Champion, ULTRATITLE 2005 Champion, The Man More Exciting Than Jesus, The American Alien, MICHAEL MANSON crouches down. He is wearing the new "President Manson" t-shirt with himself sketched as Uncle Sam in a red, black, and white outfit and Willy Wonka-like Top Hat and black gi pants. He is barefoot on an amber-colored mat with a metallic blue oriental dragon coiling around the intials "UJ" imprinted on it.))
MANSON: I told once told Susano-O-No-Mikoto, the fabled "Man of Lightning" that I'd work for the Catholic Church before I ever worked for him. I still can't believe that he isn't dead yet, but here we all are in the new century. And I imagine it must drive him insane that in an attempt to revive his precious FZM that he has gained control of an NFW conference, but NOT the NFW World Heavyweight Championship, and NOT the ULTRATITLE winner.
And certainly NOT Michael Manson.
I imagine him having a rogue world champion filtering through his ranks is much like the NFW North and South felt with the East, and it was the East, I must remind you, that won in the day. It was the East that Castor Strife sold.
My creation though, since Castor was only ever an able frontman.
And Mikoto has to work with my sloppy seconds.
Let it be known that he can suggest what matches I am to be scheduled for, but he has to pass such a suggestion through to the Board of Directors and then eventually to me.
The moment I accept the match, the moment I step back into the Emperors Arena for the first time in ten years, into that fabled ring, all bets are off of course.
I know Mikoto is having to take meds so he doesn't have a heart attack over the fact that I'm spending HIS money, the cash he used to buy my conference, the one HE didn't know was secretly mine no matter how obvious I made it, and now I'm using his hard earned dollars to buy my pez.
To finally have the hated gaijin, Ultimo Japan's finest and darkest son, and yet, to not have control. How he has waited for this chance, for any chance to skewer me.
And to have placed me in his conference, well, I'm glad the NFW Board of Directors has a sense of humor. I'm well aware they didn't like that "stunt" where I created my own conference.
And now we have Doc Silver travelling to be a foreign land.....we have Jonathan Marx eagerly plotting revenge....we have Shane Southern learning he gets a hard-on from cheating....we have newcomers like Maggot targeting me because he wants to make a name for himself....and we have a host of others that I royally screwed over in my march to supremacy.
But, it's not like I haven't pissed anyone off before.
Susano-O-No-Mikoto, the NFW Board, and all those opposed to me believe that by placing me in a conference with the fallen, the madmen, the bisexual, the vengeful, the violent, the righteous, the bloody, the great, the brave...and the bold.
They thought putting me amongst liars, cowards, bastards, and animals would be an insult. That in a pit of a devils that I might be forgotten.....even cancelled out.
Michael Manson versus the World.
But that's how I like it.
Mikoto will try to take my world title, my ultratitle away from me, and I have little other than those things, but its enough. It always has been before. It will be now.
Because ten years ago, Mike Randalls had fled to Mikoto's watchful eye and the Man of Lightning came me with dreams of a grudge match and offered me fantasical fortunes and all the world if only I would sign myself over to him.
Away from Ultimo Japan where I was birthed and trained, glorified and great.
Except Mikoto wanted me to bring the Panda Mask back with me, something I never had anything to do with. But that wasn't the main reason I was insulted.
No, it had more to do with the fact that he wanted me as a son to him, someone to marry into his family and run his little corner of the sky when he finally passed over the rainbow bridge into heaven.
As I couldn't own my own corner.....or the whole damn sky.
Which I basically do now.
Not long ago, Avery Prosser and Seven Deadly Sins invaded the NFW in hopes of destroying the Ultratitle I saved.
Now they're far away in the NFW West, and here I am, representing myself as always, but also Ultimo Japan, because they just want to rub salt into those old wounds.
Mikoto, this is the real invasion.
MANSON: I told once told Susano-O-No-Mikoto, the fabled "Man of Lightning" that I'd work for the Catholic Church before I ever worked for him. I still can't believe that he isn't dead yet, but here we all are in the new century. And I imagine it must drive him insane that in an attempt to revive his precious FZM that he has gained control of an NFW conference, but NOT the NFW World Heavyweight Championship, and NOT the ULTRATITLE winner.
And certainly NOT Michael Manson.
I imagine him having a rogue world champion filtering through his ranks is much like the NFW North and South felt with the East, and it was the East, I must remind you, that won in the day. It was the East that Castor Strife sold.
My creation though, since Castor was only ever an able frontman.
And Mikoto has to work with my sloppy seconds.
Let it be known that he can suggest what matches I am to be scheduled for, but he has to pass such a suggestion through to the Board of Directors and then eventually to me.
The moment I accept the match, the moment I step back into the Emperors Arena for the first time in ten years, into that fabled ring, all bets are off of course.
I know Mikoto is having to take meds so he doesn't have a heart attack over the fact that I'm spending HIS money, the cash he used to buy my conference, the one HE didn't know was secretly mine no matter how obvious I made it, and now I'm using his hard earned dollars to buy my pez.
To finally have the hated gaijin, Ultimo Japan's finest and darkest son, and yet, to not have control. How he has waited for this chance, for any chance to skewer me.
And to have placed me in his conference, well, I'm glad the NFW Board of Directors has a sense of humor. I'm well aware they didn't like that "stunt" where I created my own conference.
And now we have Doc Silver travelling to be a foreign land.....we have Jonathan Marx eagerly plotting revenge....we have Shane Southern learning he gets a hard-on from cheating....we have newcomers like Maggot targeting me because he wants to make a name for himself....and we have a host of others that I royally screwed over in my march to supremacy.
But, it's not like I haven't pissed anyone off before.
Susano-O-No-Mikoto, the NFW Board, and all those opposed to me believe that by placing me in a conference with the fallen, the madmen, the bisexual, the vengeful, the violent, the righteous, the bloody, the great, the brave...and the bold.
They thought putting me amongst liars, cowards, bastards, and animals would be an insult. That in a pit of a devils that I might be forgotten.....even cancelled out.
Michael Manson versus the World.
But that's how I like it.
Mikoto will try to take my world title, my ultratitle away from me, and I have little other than those things, but its enough. It always has been before. It will be now.
Because ten years ago, Mike Randalls had fled to Mikoto's watchful eye and the Man of Lightning came me with dreams of a grudge match and offered me fantasical fortunes and all the world if only I would sign myself over to him.
Away from Ultimo Japan where I was birthed and trained, glorified and great.
Except Mikoto wanted me to bring the Panda Mask back with me, something I never had anything to do with. But that wasn't the main reason I was insulted.
No, it had more to do with the fact that he wanted me as a son to him, someone to marry into his family and run his little corner of the sky when he finally passed over the rainbow bridge into heaven.
As I couldn't own my own corner.....or the whole damn sky.
Which I basically do now.
Not long ago, Avery Prosser and Seven Deadly Sins invaded the NFW in hopes of destroying the Ultratitle I saved.
Now they're far away in the NFW West, and here I am, representing myself as always, but also Ultimo Japan, because they just want to rub salt into those old wounds.
Mikoto, this is the real invasion.