Post by Brock Lesnar on Dec 7, 2012 3:39:34 GMT -6
As Attitude returns from commercial, we look on at the ring, which has been set up for what looks to be a contract signing. A table sits in the middle of the ring with a chair on each side of it.
"Power To The People" blares through the arena, as a roar of boos comes from the crowd. Showing their hate for the so-called General Manager, the roar of boos continues to grow louder and louder. John Laurinaitis walks out onto the stage, showing his hated face to the world that watches on. With a brace around his neck from the cage match he competed in with Shawn Michaels two weeks ago, Ace waves his hand to those looking on, pretending to hear cheers rather than boos. Big Johnny slowly makes his way down the ramp, cherishing the crowd's "love" for him. As he reaches the ring, he looks into it, staring at the table. He then walks up the steel steps and ducks under the top rope. As Ace enters the ring, he adjusts his tie. He then picks up a microphone from the table. As Ace clears his throat, his music fades out, and he begins to speak.
John Laurinaitis: Thank you... again, thank you.
The crowd looks on, confused as to why this moron they are watching is thanking them.
John Laurinaitis: It's you people... that make my job worth doing. The appreciation you show, it truly inspires me. It motivates me. I can't thank you enough. Two weeks ago, I stepped into this very ring, which was surrounded by a fifteen foot high steel cage, may I remind you... And I went toe to toe with a man you people call one of the greatest of all time.
"H-B-K! H-B-K! H-B-K! H-B-K!"
The crowd chants those famous initials in unison, shaking the foundation of the arena.
John Laurinaitis: Shut up! Right now! No more chanting! No more cheering! This is MY show! I run this show! Do you understand that? Huh? Do you? You will listen to me, and you will understand every word that comes from my mouth!
The boos continue to come roaring from the crowd, and Ace has this arena on fire.
John Laurinaitis: Shawn Michaels... it took a miracle of God... yes, a miracle of God, for you to defeat me in that steel cage match! Had I actually been prepared ahead of time, then you would be looking at the man who defeated Shawn Michaels. Shawn, your match with me proves... yes, it PROVES that you are no longer the man you say you are! You are NOT the Icon! You are NOT the Main Event! And you are NOT the Showstopper!
Cups... hotdog wrappers... balls of foil... they all come flying into the ring, as the crowd is highly pissed off at Ace.
John Laurinaitis: Shawn, I should have fired you when I had the chance, but you just wouldn't let me. You wouldn't let me end it simple. Would you? No... no, you wouldn't. I didn't want to have to do this, Shawn. I didn't want to end your career like this, but I am going to have. Well... not necessarily me. But more like this man...
As "Here Comes The Pain" blares through the arena, the roar of boos grows loud once again. Johnny points to the stage, as Brock Lesnar walks out in workout pants and a sleeveless t-shirt. With a cocky smile across his face, Lesnar makes his way down the ramp. Brock ignores the fans, snarling at them, as they stick their hands out. As Lesnar reaches the ring, he jumps up, landing right on the apron. He then ducks under the top rope, entering the ring. As Brock enters, Laurinaitis claps his hands for the monster of a man that stands before him. Johnny then hands him a microphone.
Brock Lesnar: Shawn Michaels... your time here... is up! for weeks... hell, months you have stepped into this ring, and you have underperformed. I mean, you barely beat Johnny here. And Shawn... seeing you like that, it just isn't right. It isn't right seeing the legendary Shawn Michaels struggle against John Laurinaitis. With all due respect to Johnny, by the way. Shawn, you a shell of your former self. I mean... you brought back Degeneration X to shield your weakness. You talked Sean Waltman and Hunter Hearst Helmsley into coming to Saturday Night's Main Event... to protect you. That's pathetic, Shawn. Pathetic!
Brock looks back at the table, taking notice to the briefcase that sits on it. He then opens it up and pulls out the contract.
Brock Lesnar: Shawn... this piece of paper. This contract... is your death certificate. If you sign this, Shawn, know this... your career. Your livelihood... is all done. You won't be walking out of that arena at Silent Night, Violent Night. When I get done with you, Shawn, you better hope that pretty little wife of yours, Rebecca, wants to spoon feed your crippled ass! This is the end of you, Shawn. There is no road past me. I'm a dead end, Shawn. So before you come out. Before you make the biggest mistake of your life... do yourself a favor.
Brock lowers the microphone and whispers something to Johnny, who signals someone. As everyone looks to the ramp, we see what looks like security coming out onto the stage. The security guards are ushering three people out. Those three people are Rebecca, Shawn's wife, Cameron, Shawn's son, and Cheyenne, Shawn's daughter. All three of them look like they have been crying. As they reach the ring, security tell them to climb the steps and enter the ring. With Shawn's family in the ring, Brock walks up to Rebecca, looking her up and down. He then runs his hand through her hair.
Brock Lesnar: Shawn... do you see Rebecca? Do you see the look on her face? This look, Shawn, is the look of fear. She fears for your life, Shawn. She fears that if her husband comes out here and signs this piece of paper... that these children will no longer have a father. Isn't that right, Rebecca? You know it, don't you?
Brock places his hand on Rebecca's chin, forcing her to look him in the eyes.
Brock Lesnar: You wouldn't want to break her heart now, would you, Shawn? And what about them?
Brock kneels down, looking Cameron and Cheyenne in their young, innocent eyes.
Brock Lesnar: Cameron... Cheyenne... do you know what your father is getting himself into? Do you know that if your father steps into the ring with me... that he will be broken in half!?! Cameron... your father... he won't be able to wrestle around with you. He won't be able to toss a football in the backyard with you. And Cheyenne... he won't even be able to walk you down the aisle on your wedding day!
Cameron and Cheyenne both begin to tear up. They quickly wrap their arms around their mother, as they all three begin to cry.
Brock Lesnar: Shawn... going through with this won't only destroy you.... it will destroy your family. So what's it going to be, Shawn? What's your answer?
Brock slams the contract down on the table, scaring Rebecca and the kids. He then places his hand on Rebecca's neck, squeezing tighter and tighter, as he awaits for Shawn's answer.
TBC: By Shawn Michaels...
"Power To The People" blares through the arena, as a roar of boos comes from the crowd. Showing their hate for the so-called General Manager, the roar of boos continues to grow louder and louder. John Laurinaitis walks out onto the stage, showing his hated face to the world that watches on. With a brace around his neck from the cage match he competed in with Shawn Michaels two weeks ago, Ace waves his hand to those looking on, pretending to hear cheers rather than boos. Big Johnny slowly makes his way down the ramp, cherishing the crowd's "love" for him. As he reaches the ring, he looks into it, staring at the table. He then walks up the steel steps and ducks under the top rope. As Ace enters the ring, he adjusts his tie. He then picks up a microphone from the table. As Ace clears his throat, his music fades out, and he begins to speak.
John Laurinaitis: Thank you... again, thank you.
The crowd looks on, confused as to why this moron they are watching is thanking them.
John Laurinaitis: It's you people... that make my job worth doing. The appreciation you show, it truly inspires me. It motivates me. I can't thank you enough. Two weeks ago, I stepped into this very ring, which was surrounded by a fifteen foot high steel cage, may I remind you... And I went toe to toe with a man you people call one of the greatest of all time.
"H-B-K! H-B-K! H-B-K! H-B-K!"
The crowd chants those famous initials in unison, shaking the foundation of the arena.
John Laurinaitis: Shut up! Right now! No more chanting! No more cheering! This is MY show! I run this show! Do you understand that? Huh? Do you? You will listen to me, and you will understand every word that comes from my mouth!
The boos continue to come roaring from the crowd, and Ace has this arena on fire.
John Laurinaitis: Shawn Michaels... it took a miracle of God... yes, a miracle of God, for you to defeat me in that steel cage match! Had I actually been prepared ahead of time, then you would be looking at the man who defeated Shawn Michaels. Shawn, your match with me proves... yes, it PROVES that you are no longer the man you say you are! You are NOT the Icon! You are NOT the Main Event! And you are NOT the Showstopper!
Cups... hotdog wrappers... balls of foil... they all come flying into the ring, as the crowd is highly pissed off at Ace.
John Laurinaitis: Shawn, I should have fired you when I had the chance, but you just wouldn't let me. You wouldn't let me end it simple. Would you? No... no, you wouldn't. I didn't want to have to do this, Shawn. I didn't want to end your career like this, but I am going to have. Well... not necessarily me. But more like this man...
As "Here Comes The Pain" blares through the arena, the roar of boos grows loud once again. Johnny points to the stage, as Brock Lesnar walks out in workout pants and a sleeveless t-shirt. With a cocky smile across his face, Lesnar makes his way down the ramp. Brock ignores the fans, snarling at them, as they stick their hands out. As Lesnar reaches the ring, he jumps up, landing right on the apron. He then ducks under the top rope, entering the ring. As Brock enters, Laurinaitis claps his hands for the monster of a man that stands before him. Johnny then hands him a microphone.
Brock Lesnar: Shawn Michaels... your time here... is up! for weeks... hell, months you have stepped into this ring, and you have underperformed. I mean, you barely beat Johnny here. And Shawn... seeing you like that, it just isn't right. It isn't right seeing the legendary Shawn Michaels struggle against John Laurinaitis. With all due respect to Johnny, by the way. Shawn, you a shell of your former self. I mean... you brought back Degeneration X to shield your weakness. You talked Sean Waltman and Hunter Hearst Helmsley into coming to Saturday Night's Main Event... to protect you. That's pathetic, Shawn. Pathetic!
Brock looks back at the table, taking notice to the briefcase that sits on it. He then opens it up and pulls out the contract.
Brock Lesnar: Shawn... this piece of paper. This contract... is your death certificate. If you sign this, Shawn, know this... your career. Your livelihood... is all done. You won't be walking out of that arena at Silent Night, Violent Night. When I get done with you, Shawn, you better hope that pretty little wife of yours, Rebecca, wants to spoon feed your crippled ass! This is the end of you, Shawn. There is no road past me. I'm a dead end, Shawn. So before you come out. Before you make the biggest mistake of your life... do yourself a favor.
Brock lowers the microphone and whispers something to Johnny, who signals someone. As everyone looks to the ramp, we see what looks like security coming out onto the stage. The security guards are ushering three people out. Those three people are Rebecca, Shawn's wife, Cameron, Shawn's son, and Cheyenne, Shawn's daughter. All three of them look like they have been crying. As they reach the ring, security tell them to climb the steps and enter the ring. With Shawn's family in the ring, Brock walks up to Rebecca, looking her up and down. He then runs his hand through her hair.
Brock Lesnar: Shawn... do you see Rebecca? Do you see the look on her face? This look, Shawn, is the look of fear. She fears for your life, Shawn. She fears that if her husband comes out here and signs this piece of paper... that these children will no longer have a father. Isn't that right, Rebecca? You know it, don't you?
Brock places his hand on Rebecca's chin, forcing her to look him in the eyes.
Brock Lesnar: You wouldn't want to break her heart now, would you, Shawn? And what about them?
Brock kneels down, looking Cameron and Cheyenne in their young, innocent eyes.
Brock Lesnar: Cameron... Cheyenne... do you know what your father is getting himself into? Do you know that if your father steps into the ring with me... that he will be broken in half!?! Cameron... your father... he won't be able to wrestle around with you. He won't be able to toss a football in the backyard with you. And Cheyenne... he won't even be able to walk you down the aisle on your wedding day!
Cameron and Cheyenne both begin to tear up. They quickly wrap their arms around their mother, as they all three begin to cry.
Brock Lesnar: Shawn... going through with this won't only destroy you.... it will destroy your family. So what's it going to be, Shawn? What's your answer?
Brock slams the contract down on the table, scaring Rebecca and the kids. He then places his hand on Rebecca's neck, squeezing tighter and tighter, as he awaits for Shawn's answer.
TBC: By Shawn Michaels...
