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Conflict didn't end up to be one of Mick Foleys brightest of nights, and to some extent he can only lay the blame onto himself because earlier on in the night, Foley interrupted Simon Dean with only one intention; to sign and seal a Singles Match-up for King Of The Ring, and that was achieved .. but NOT without having to pay a price. When Simon Dean tried to avoid confrontation but offering Mick a 30 day trial of his "Simon System", Mick pulled out a hard right hand, knocking Simon Dean down to the canvas .. however, that and the match proposal came back to cost Foley later that night when Simon Dean made his way down to the ring at a crucial moment in Micks match with Carlito Caribbean Cool. The Mandible Claw was locked in; Carlito was merely SECONDS away from tapping out .. but then, the interference on Simon Dean's behalf came into play, as he struck Foley over the head with an enormous tub of his "Simon System" thus leading the ending of the match to a No Contest. In approximately seven days time, Mick Foley and Simon Dean will square off at PWR's fourth Pay Per View; King Of The Ring. One has to ask themselves; If Foley happens to be defeated at the hands of Simon Dean, will it be the last time we'll ever see him in a ring? Then again - if Mick Foley picks up a victory, what'll be the next chapter in the 20 odd year career? The questions have been put forward. February 27th, answers will be supplied. Mick Foley. Simon Dean.. KING OF THE RING 2005! [[ Fade up PWR logo. ]] [[ The scene fades up on the sight of a "Weight Loss" sign, which is indicating that a meeting about losing weight commences at 2 o'clock - roughly ten minutes away. Obviously the people who walk into the tall building are those who need to cut the pounds and seemingly, the sign is drawing the attention of many because every few seconds someone new walks past our camera with an ambition to lose weight. Sitting on the footpath is Mick Foley. His legs crossed in a fashion you'd expect to see from a five year old. Slowly he lifts his head up to the camera, which increases its zoom. ]] Mick Foley: Lovely day, isn't it? [[ The camera picks up a shot of the beautiful blue sky where not a single cloud can be identified. The sun shines down upon our town of Long Island, New York but doesn't over heat your body to the extent where you're sweating bullets. ]] Mick Foley: I'm a man of truth, Simon. I'll spell it out for you the way it is. You've got the fit, good looking and athletical body obeseity cry for. You've got what men with love handles want, and that's a tight, flexiable body ... but Simon ... the truth is, I'm not like that. I am well aware of my image; I KNOW that my looks are likely to send a beautiful lady running but if I told you that I cared, quite frankly, I'd be feeding you crap. [[ Foley takes a moments pause to collect himself. ]] Mick Foley: My heart and soul lays with only one beautiful lady, and that's my wife. My goal is not to put others down, like you're so persistent with .. nor is it to be "cool". I do my job, Simon. That's what I have to do. I have to wade through trash like you to get BACK to the big time and regardless of what thousands upon thousands of arrogant leaches think - I'm NOT out of business. I still have that desire to taste success .. that fire in the belly .. that INTENSITY to take another mans body and BREAK IT .. INTO TWO! You don't have to remind me that my frame is a lot larger than yours .. because I've noticed that myself, Simon. I've noticed that I could wrap my love handles around your entire head FIVE TIMES .. but the part you're yet to grasp firmly is that I could care a less about losing weight. That's the very LEAST of my worries, because I have a wife and two kids to provide for. Do they care that there daddy isn't as fit, as good looking or as athletical as you Simon? Do they? Heh .. Fact is they don't even KNOW you and as far as I'm concerned, as long as those three people are content with my image .. then nothing .. not a god damn THING in this world can force me to change. [[ Another pause, this time allowing Mick Foley the perfect opportunity to stare deeply into the camera. ]] Mick Foley: Triple H was one of many to truly believe that my time was up. Triple H thought that he had finally emptied my gas tank .. heh .. and so do you. You think in your own little imaginary world that Mick Foley no longer poses as a threat because he's aged, because he's got a little more pudgey and lost a little more flexibility. (Mick Shakes His Head) Once again, you're left to dry out becuase I've NEVER been in a condition which allowed me to pull off stunts containing incredible flexibility. Never. I've been close several times to being taken out of the business, Simon. I've been beaten to within an INCH of my life .. and it's been at the hands of Triple H, but the thing that him, you and the rest of the industry continue to forget is that week after week, I'm STILL standing. Simon Dean, at King of the Ring - I'm putting YOU to the test .. not the fitness test .. because I don't need to lie my way around that one, you're fit. Fit you are. But Simon, can you pass MY test? Can you past the SURVIVAL test? There's no two ways about it Simon. You won't. Plain and simple. [[ Mick looks down to his wrist, searching for the time on his watch. Perfect timing. The clock ticks over to 2PM and Mick Foley climbs up to his feet, brushing any dust off his clothes. ]] Mick Foley: Opinions .. everyone has one, don't they Simon? [[ The camera fades immediately fades out to a black screen. ]] [[ The PWR logo flashes up and our scene diverts to the inside of the building where a circle of chairs can be seen. Each seat is occupied by a man or woman whom are sharing the exact same reason for being where they are; weight problems. Mick Foley can be spotted off to the right of screen as a middle aged woman standing in the middle of the room begins to speak. ]] The Voice Of Losing Weight: Good Afternoon ladies and gentlemen. My name is Trisha, and I am here to lead you the way to losing those pounds you hate looking at in the mirror. [[ A faint laugh spreads across the room. ]] Trisha: Unfortunately, the process of losing weight isn't an easy one, nor is it one that can be accomplished over a matter of a couple days or a few weeks. It takes time and a lot of effort, but the reward of it is a feeling that you'll all sincerely love. I've been at your stage. I've stood in front of the mirror and closed my eyes, I've grabbed every inch of fat of my body and stretched it as far as I could. I've done all the things you're doing in front of your mirrors, but I put my head down and I worked hard enough to be able to stand before you today with no embarassment. The FIRST thing which I had to improve was my confidence. My belief that I COULD work off the excess fat and that I COULD look more respectable in public. [[ A large part of the room nod their head or humm in agreement. ]] Trisha: You have to face your fears. Look deep down inside and find that strength to tell you that you WILL succeed. For some of you, it may not be that hard to find .. for others, it might be the hardest thing of your LIFE! [[ Trisha pauses for a few short seconds, letting the dust settle so to speak. ]] Trisha: Let's talk about what kinds of things make you happy. What brings a smile to your face? How about you, sir? [[ She points to a man who looks relitively young. Mid 30's by appearance, you'd say. He has a big gut, a chubby face and stubby legs. Definitely no second eyebrow raised as to why he's in here. ]] Obese Man #1: Uhh .. well .. when I know I haven't eaten a lot of junk food, that normally makes me happy. Trisha: That's great. You're going to be feeling a lot more happier as of this time forward because you're heading in the right direction. What about you, ma'am? What makes you happy? Obese Woman #1: Spending time with my lovely husband and my four beautiful kids. I only wish that I could be more active with them, but because of my weight .. I can't be what I want to be. [[ An "awww" can be sounded throughout the room as Trisha once again takes proceedings under her arm. ]] Trisha: You can be what you want to be if you set your mind to it. You've taken the first right step to doing so - be happy about that, because in due time you'll be able to run rings around your children. [[ Trisha flashes a playful grin; comforting the lady. ]] Trisha: Weight has and will always be a major concern in our society. Nobody wants to -- [[ The voice that can be easily attached to Mick Foley interrupts. ]] Mick Foley: Nobody wants to look into the mirror and see the reflection of an obese man or woman. Is that it, Trisha? Is it that people are more worried about the way they LOOK rather than taking care of what needs to be? Trisha, is it that people are flat out selfish .. and only .. care .. for themselves? Trisha: Sir, could you please refr- Mick Foley: No. I WON'T hold myself back because the truth is, whilst you're all worried about your appearance there's world hunger killing hundreds upon hundreds of people; children, even. You have everything .. absolutely EVERYTHING .. but you're STILL not satisifed, but when ever IS the human race satisifed? There's always something more to want, isn't there? Whilst in the back of your mind you know people are struggling to even live through one whole day, you continue to live your life in greed ... and it reminds me of a particular individual by the name of Simon Dean. Trisha: Excuse me, but if you feel so strongly then I suggest you leave. Mick Foley: Leave? I wasn't done, Trisha. I was only beginning but once again the human arrogance is on display. This Sunday, I'm going to personally BEAT the arrogance OUT of Simon Dean. I'm going to take his skull .. his entire skull .. and I'm going to crush it with my BARE hands. Simon, your system is a failure .. a fraud .. a way of pointing out Americas obesity and yes .. I lay in that category .. but I am NOT disgraced with my appearance to the extent where I seek help. I can accept that I may not be the best looking, that I may be a bit pudgy .. but I don't NEED your system .. I don't NEED you to believe in me. What I want, Simon, is for you to recognize each time you open your mouth you're digging a deeper hole for yourself, and by the end of Sunday Night you'll be BURRIED in that hole. Unfortunately for you, you won't resurrect like Jesus Christ. Instead - you'll STAY six feet under and it'll be because of your stupidity; your ARROGANCE. It all adds up and at the end of the day, being a fitness guru isn't gonna earn you a single INCH. [[ The camera switches to Trisha who gently lowers her cell phone, as Foley doesn't move; not even to breathe. He stares a hole right through Trisha and her eyes tell the story, that she's dead set petrified. Suddenly, the door barges open and three security guards grab Foley by his arms, attempting to settle him down. Foley stands straight, still glaring across at Trisha. ]] Trisha: I'm sorry sir, but you didn't want to co-- Mick Foley: Anticipation has grown. You can FEEL it in the air. You can almost ... taste it. Why be worried about appearances? All that matters .. is what's in here. (Mick Points To His Heart) Trisha: Please escort this man out of the building immediately. Mick Foley: Tell Simon .. tell our dear ol' Simon, that Mick Foley is itching to step foot inside that squared circle. Oh won't you please, Trisha, tell our Simon if you see him .. that he's bound for failure and that the System - HIS system will splat on rock bottom? Please? (Mick Grins Sadistically) Simon won't be dancing .. Oh no, not at all .. he'll be TASTING some Trisha: NOW! Get him out of here! [[ The security guards grab Mick Foley without a care for his concern and literally drag his ass to the door. Mick continues to have an evil grin plastered across his face, despite being handled in the worst possible way. ]] Mick Foley: HAVE A NICE DAY!!! [[ That's the last we see of Mick Foley, as the security guards close the door behind them. The room is filled with dead silence; nobody knowing exactly what to do, or say for that matter. Trisha squints; confused as she mutters under her breath. ]] Trisha: ...Simon? Who.. Who's Simon? What just happened? [[ A few moments later, the scene fades to black on the confused and somewhat worried facial expression of Trisha. ]] [[ Fade to black. ]]
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