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(FADEIN to "Superstar" Scotty Michaels, sitting at his desk, typing on his laptop. Michaels is wearing a Terrell Owens jersey, and a pair of shorts. After typing for another minute or so, Michaels wraps it up and closes the laptop. He kicks his feet up on the desk, with a smile on his face..)
SCOTTY MICHAELS: You all had to know that it would happen sooner or later. At some time, the SUPERSTAR would return home to his roots, to an organization where he achieved great success, and took on some of the BIGGEST stars this sport has ever seen.. the CSWA.
It's been SEVEN LONG YEARS since "Scotty Michaels" stepped into a CSWA ring. Because as some of you found out at Anniversary, I was in the ring, but under a mask... under the guise of "MR. WRESTLING #27". Give me a break. I thought I'd give it a chance though, see how it works out.
Ya see, last summer I called up Chad Merritt, and I told him I wanted to make a return home. He wasn't all about it. Something about there were too many big stars, and he didn't want to bring my in just for my name. So I told him that maybe it'd be a fresh start for me. Throw me under a mask, and let me get over on wrestling ability alone.
That just doesn't work in this sport anymore. It takes PERSONALITY to get ahead in the CSWA, the wrestling world as a whole. How much personality can a man trapped under a mask spew out? Not a whole lot.
It's all quite the surprise. Because when I left the CSWA in 1997, it wasn't because of free will. Mike Randalls and I had been taking each other to the limit, night in and night out, across the whole United States of America. Hell, there was a point that Merritt even decided that *I* was the FRANCHISE around here, not Hornet. I was on top of the world, with the EN World Heavyweight Championship belt strapped around my waist..
Now all of a sudden, Merritt comes out here and starts talking about NEW BLOOD! Now while I may not be new blood by any means of the word, I'm a familiar face... a face that a lot of CSWA wrestlers feared at one time. I was never the biggest or the baddest dog in the yard, but I was... beyond a shadow of a doubt, one of the greatest wrestlers to ever step into the ring.
All this talk of NEW BLOOD, I knew it was my time to come out from under the mask and gain redemption for all of the sins committed against me back in the mid-1990's. Sure it's a different world, but I see a lot of familiar faces. Guys who may or may not have been here, but have made quite the names for themselves over the years. However, for now, I only have one person in mind.. and he goes by the name Mike Randalls.
As I eluded to earlier, Randalls and I wrestled on numerous occasions, trading title belts back and forth.. and it was one of the best series of matches in my life, until that fateful day. The day that Mike Randalls BROKE MY DAMN NECK.. the exact moment, that many said would put me out of the sport forever.
That single moment did change my life, in a number of ways. I had the surgery... I partook in my rehab, I did it all right for a while. But the pain was just too immense. They asked me if I wanted my painkillers to be strengthened, and I SAID NO! I didn't take the route Hornet recently has. I knew just how addictive painkillers really were... there's one thing I didn't know, exactly how addictive alcohol really was.
I'd find myself at bars every night of the week... hell, I was a REGULAR in my places. I'd go into the bar for dinner, and not come out until closing time. There'd be days I'd wake up in towns that I had never been to before. It became quiet a problem, and I had indeed become an alcoholic. All because of one move, one action... and a younger, stupider person would turn the entire blame on you, Randalls... but you didn't put the bottle in my hand, that was my own doing.
Long story short, when the CSWA came calling back in 1998, hoping that my recovery was complete, I got a call from Merritt and he could hear I was drunk, and I screamed, and I yelled, and I made a COMPLETE ASS out of myself, to the point that the CSWA wanted nothing to do with me. Maybe being under a mask is Merritt's way of saying "F&*% YOU, SCOTTY MICHAELS... F&*$ YOU!" I was one of the people responsible for putting asses in those seats, and I had turned to a bottle of alcohol... well, several hundred at that.
It's been 23 months, and 2 days since I've had a glass of alcohol.. quite a long time. Before I knew that I was ready to come back up to the big time though, I knew I needed to prepare.. I received word that an upstart federation by the name of the WFW was opening, and I figured why not use this as my training ground, to get back to where I belong.
So I faced the Mike Manson's, the Sean Edmund's, the Shawn Hart's, and just about everyone else in that damn federation.. and I'm still doing it to this day. Why not just walk out on them now, why not just focus on the CSWA? Because they never walked out on me.
But what this sordid story comes to is that I'm back in the CSWA. I'm back, to face any and all comers. While I'd like to get a piece of Randalls for what he did to me a long time ago, I'll face ANYONE! Come one, come all... because I've only got one goal in mind, and that's to get back to the TOP of the CSWA! I've been there before, and if I can overcome all of the adversity I have since 1997, then you can bet bottom dollar that I'm going to do it again.
All I've got to say now is... it sure does feel good to be home.
(FADEOUT...)
SCOTTY MICHAELS: You all had to know that it would happen sooner or later. At some time, the SUPERSTAR would return home to his roots, to an organization where he achieved great success, and took on some of the BIGGEST stars this sport has ever seen.. the CSWA.
It's been SEVEN LONG YEARS since "Scotty Michaels" stepped into a CSWA ring. Because as some of you found out at Anniversary, I was in the ring, but under a mask... under the guise of "MR. WRESTLING #27". Give me a break. I thought I'd give it a chance though, see how it works out.
Ya see, last summer I called up Chad Merritt, and I told him I wanted to make a return home. He wasn't all about it. Something about there were too many big stars, and he didn't want to bring my in just for my name. So I told him that maybe it'd be a fresh start for me. Throw me under a mask, and let me get over on wrestling ability alone.
That just doesn't work in this sport anymore. It takes PERSONALITY to get ahead in the CSWA, the wrestling world as a whole. How much personality can a man trapped under a mask spew out? Not a whole lot.
It's all quite the surprise. Because when I left the CSWA in 1997, it wasn't because of free will. Mike Randalls and I had been taking each other to the limit, night in and night out, across the whole United States of America. Hell, there was a point that Merritt even decided that *I* was the FRANCHISE around here, not Hornet. I was on top of the world, with the EN World Heavyweight Championship belt strapped around my waist..
Now all of a sudden, Merritt comes out here and starts talking about NEW BLOOD! Now while I may not be new blood by any means of the word, I'm a familiar face... a face that a lot of CSWA wrestlers feared at one time. I was never the biggest or the baddest dog in the yard, but I was... beyond a shadow of a doubt, one of the greatest wrestlers to ever step into the ring.
All this talk of NEW BLOOD, I knew it was my time to come out from under the mask and gain redemption for all of the sins committed against me back in the mid-1990's. Sure it's a different world, but I see a lot of familiar faces. Guys who may or may not have been here, but have made quite the names for themselves over the years. However, for now, I only have one person in mind.. and he goes by the name Mike Randalls.
As I eluded to earlier, Randalls and I wrestled on numerous occasions, trading title belts back and forth.. and it was one of the best series of matches in my life, until that fateful day. The day that Mike Randalls BROKE MY DAMN NECK.. the exact moment, that many said would put me out of the sport forever.
That single moment did change my life, in a number of ways. I had the surgery... I partook in my rehab, I did it all right for a while. But the pain was just too immense. They asked me if I wanted my painkillers to be strengthened, and I SAID NO! I didn't take the route Hornet recently has. I knew just how addictive painkillers really were... there's one thing I didn't know, exactly how addictive alcohol really was.
I'd find myself at bars every night of the week... hell, I was a REGULAR in my places. I'd go into the bar for dinner, and not come out until closing time. There'd be days I'd wake up in towns that I had never been to before. It became quiet a problem, and I had indeed become an alcoholic. All because of one move, one action... and a younger, stupider person would turn the entire blame on you, Randalls... but you didn't put the bottle in my hand, that was my own doing.
Long story short, when the CSWA came calling back in 1998, hoping that my recovery was complete, I got a call from Merritt and he could hear I was drunk, and I screamed, and I yelled, and I made a COMPLETE ASS out of myself, to the point that the CSWA wanted nothing to do with me. Maybe being under a mask is Merritt's way of saying "F&*% YOU, SCOTTY MICHAELS... F&*$ YOU!" I was one of the people responsible for putting asses in those seats, and I had turned to a bottle of alcohol... well, several hundred at that.
It's been 23 months, and 2 days since I've had a glass of alcohol.. quite a long time. Before I knew that I was ready to come back up to the big time though, I knew I needed to prepare.. I received word that an upstart federation by the name of the WFW was opening, and I figured why not use this as my training ground, to get back to where I belong.
So I faced the Mike Manson's, the Sean Edmund's, the Shawn Hart's, and just about everyone else in that damn federation.. and I'm still doing it to this day. Why not just walk out on them now, why not just focus on the CSWA? Because they never walked out on me.
But what this sordid story comes to is that I'm back in the CSWA. I'm back, to face any and all comers. While I'd like to get a piece of Randalls for what he did to me a long time ago, I'll face ANYONE! Come one, come all... because I've only got one goal in mind, and that's to get back to the TOP of the CSWA! I've been there before, and if I can overcome all of the adversity I have since 1997, then you can bet bottom dollar that I'm going to do it again.
All I've got to say now is... it sure does feel good to be home.
(FADEOUT...)