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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. ]] [[ It's a cold, windy and dark night as we're nearing on 9:00 PM, Saturday Night. Our camera pans around Lousiville, Kentucky which coincidently is the hometown to Simon Dean. With an overview of the town you can clearly see with the naked eye that we aren't in the worlds biggest town, nor the worlds most intelligent town for that matter either. Hicktown. Hillbillys. In every which direction you turn, you're confronted by them and their odd accents. We zoom right in on a particular house which gives you the strange feeling that all is not shaping up to be a perfect night. It's silent; too silent. It appears as though nobody is home due to not a single light on in the house. Darkness. Pitch black. Can't even see that your hand in front of you, let alone objects that surround you. Suddenly, a soft noise can be heard. A small and crude looking lamp provides very little light, but just enough to see that it's held up to the deranged and scarred face of Mick Foley. What in the hell is Mick Foley doing in a house, which has absolutely no connection to him? The guy lives in Long Island - NOT Kentucky. He begins to softly whisper. ]] Mick Foley: Wondering where I am? Guess. Think. Think hard. Think of a name starting with.. S. [[ Foley grins sickly, sending a chill down your spine. ]] Mick Foley: Simon Dean's beautiful home. Isn't it just .. beautiful? Well, truth is none of you can really see for yourselves because of the very little light .. so .. so you'll just have to take my word for it. (Foley Chuckles) The spare key. Everyone has one, don't they? And where is the most obvious place you keep them? In a shoe? Nah. In the pot plant? Maybe. Under the door mat? [[ Mick laughs, obviously thinking along the lines that an official answer to the last one isn't needed. ]] Mick Foley: The stupidity of one's mind can be somewhat overwhelming. Why do you keep a spare key in the most obvious place of them all? Why? Is it because it's easier for you, or easier for the intruder? Either way - it doesn't matter because I'm safe and sound in a home away from home. Hahaha. Have I got you sitting on the very edge of your seat, Simon? Have I lead you to quivering in fear of the security of your wife, Melissa? Have I left you biting down the last of every fingernail, knowing that there isn't a thing in this cruel world you can do to ever stop me? Haha .. the cards have shifted to my advantage Simon and as far as I'm concerned, I'm sitting in the drivers seat with the opportunity to run YOU down! How does THAT make you feel, Simon? [[ The look in Micks eyes are capable of sending any man or woman of any particular size deep into their seats, as it's a look of evil that you've NEVER seen before. ]] Mick Foley: It's no secret that when the life of a loved one is in great danger, there's no worse feeling. When a loved one's life is put in such jeopardy and it's at the expense of a madman, and there's NOTHING you can do .. then that, as you now well know Simon .. is petrifying. You've seen in it in a hundred movies, you've heard of it a thousand times but UNTIL you're placed in that exact position then you've got NO clue .. absolutely NO idea as to the heartache. Simon - what you're experiencing right now .. Take it .. times it by a MILLION .. and then .. THEN you'll have some sort of hint as to the amount of excruciating pain I've endured over these past twenty years. [[ Once Mick Foley stops speaking, the silence is virtually deafening as we're left to twiddle our thumbs hoping that the silence is broken, which not long after, it is. ]] Mick Foley: Don't worry, Simon. I won't bite her. I won't .. murder her. I'll drive you INSANE; I'll have my fun with your wife .. but don't jump to conclusions Simon, because I haven't got "rape" in the back of my mind. Well, then again ... maybe I do, but no in the contents of Melissa. But I do plan on raping your mind for every cent it's worth, for my pure enjoyment. I want to be able to hear, see and FEEL you panic for the safety of Melissa. I want you to SHOW ME, Simon .. that you care. That you care DEEPLY for the most important thing alive in your world, instead of a pathetic gimmick which revolves around obesity. Oh, I hope you don't mind .. I made something to eat a little earlier on. I got a bit hungry. I knew you wouldn't mind. [[ Foley flashes a frightening smirk as he proceeds with his intensified statement whilst swirling his hair around his index finger. ]] Mick Foley: I'm expecting her home at any given moment now, it won't be long .. because after all, I wouldn't want to keep you and the rest of the world waiting, would I? [[ Mick Foleys eyebrows raise as the sound of an engine, the sound of a vehicle pulling up at the drive way can be heard. Mick chuckles manically, almost as if the perfect plan of attempted murder was working accordingly. ]] Mick Foley: Oh, I wonder who that could be. The pizza guy? Heh, fooled you .. I already ate. Haha. The postman? Nope. Too late for him. Fooled you twice; Shame on you. [[ Foley turns the lamp off, leaving us with absolutely nothing to see but darkness. The door opens and we can vaguely see the figure of Melissa, who has two grocerie bags in each hand. She manages to close the door, realizing she's in an environment with an odd feeling. ]] Melissa: Gee, it's normally not this quiet. It's only five past nine. [[ She slowly takes small steps, trying to find herself to the kitchen. A creek in the floorboards can be heard, but not due to "mother nature". The sound was created by movement, and Melissa is well aware as she stops, her heart pounding away. ]] Melissa: Uh .. hello? Simon? Is that you? [[ Nothing. No reply. No sound of movement. Nothing. ]] Melissa: Simon? Mick Foley: Isn't it strange when you're frightened to an extent where your eyes are popping out of your head and you can feel your heart beating away a thousand times faster then what it usually does. [[ Melissa gasps, almost falling over. She manages to take a few deep breaths and steady the nerves, at least for the moment. ]] Melissa: Who ... Who are you? Where's Simon? What's happening? Mick Foley: Oh I'm sure Simon is watching, Melissa. [[ The intensity of the situation can somewhat hale in comparison to your favourite horror movie. ]] Melissa: Ho-.. How do you know my, my name? Who are you? Where did you come from? HOW did you get in? Mick Foley: I'm Mick Foley. Don't act like you've never heard of me before. I'm sure Simons told you all about me. As for getting in here, I used your spare key .. you know - the one under the door mat? The one that nobody else is supposed to know about? The one that is MEANT to keep strangers like me from commiting such sins as the one we're wrapped up in now. Melissa: I .. I-- Mick Foley: If you cooperate, I won't hurt you. I have a family of my own. I have two kids. Should anything ever happen to them, I'll forever be a lost soul. (He Pauses) Melissa, I don't intend on hurting you but plans CHANGE. If Simon decides to call the cops, I WILL take drastic actions which DO concern you. [[ Melissa breathes heavily, not knowing how to respond as Mick Foley switches on the lamp. He's only four, maybe five meters away from Melissa whose feet are virtually stuck to the ground. ]] Melissa: If you dare hurt me I will scream at the top of my voice, and every single human being in the neighbourhood will HEAR it and they will come and KILL you. Mick Foley: That wouldn't be an intelligent move, Melissa. What about Simon? You're willing to risk your life, just so as a neighbour can hear you? What about Simon. What if he wants you to stay in control of yourself. What if he stands against the idea of flirting with danger, especially with a madman? Think, Melissa. Think. Melissa: What do you WANT!? I haven't done anything! Mick Foley: You're right. You haven't. But Simon has, and Simon will suffer the concequences .. and the concequence .. is you Melissa. The last few days, I've been thinking; what would really hurt Simon Dean? He obviously is one to grab enjoyment out of insulting obesity .. why not have him taste some of his own medicene, yet at such a force he'll crumble down like a choc chip cookie. That's when I thought of you, Melissa. I asked myself what would be the worst thing in the world. The answer to that, was seeing and hearing the cries of my beautiful family. That's when I realized .. that the best way to manipulate Simon Dean .. was to .. haha .. hold you hostage! Haha! [[ Melissa looks terrified as tears begin to run down her cheeks. She softly begins weeping as Mick Foley rushes over to her, covering her face with his two hands. ]] Mick Foley: Don't cry. DON'T .. CRY! Crying only makes things worse and I assure you, that you'll be set free if you abide by MY rules. I DICTATE the pace, Melissa, and if you don't STOP crying I'll MAKE YOU! I SWEAR I'LL MAKE YOU, GOD DAMNIT! [[ She tries desperately to pull up her tears but falls short, and falls to her knees. Mick .. What .. What the HELL!? Mick Foley locks in the MANDIBLE CLAW! OH MY FUCKING GOD! Mick Foley has the Mandiblr Claw in a tight grip of Simon Deans defenseless WIFE! This is SICK! God Damnit, somebody fucking do something! Foley drops to both of his knees and lays her head back on the ground, slowly releasing his hand from out of her fucking throat! God damnit! Foley is SICK! Melissa is completely un-concious and hasn't even moved an inch. ]] Mick Foley: I TOLD YOU, MELISSA! I TOLD YOU! Simon .. Simon listen. I did not intend on putting your wife in danger, but she DIDN'T pay attention. She took it upon herself to IGNORE instructions .. and I sense, Simon .. I sense you're commiting precisely the same mistake. Oh, you WILL be lead to slaughter and you WILL be put through more pain then lifting a dumbell. As of right now, you're clueless to the true meaning of pain .. but I, Simon Dean .. I will use you as my personal demonstration thus not only teaching you, but the REST of the world that crossing the line drawn in the sand is an unforgivable mistake and one which won't be taken for granted. My weight issues - you've exploited them, though you still can't wade through your own bullcrap to see that I don't CARE about my image when I look into the mirror. I care about my family; about providing. About SURVIVING the pain, and that's something you won't. Best be prepared for a living hell, because that is EXACTLY what you're walking into at King Of The Ring. Simon .. do whatever you need to on your final few days. Weight lifting. Eating healthy. Exercising. Do all to which you see fit to; when that bell rings, there's no two ways about it .. your ass .. belongs to ME! You put YOUR future, your CAREER in the hands of a sadistic madman .. heh .. where's your intelligence there? (Mick Grins) Simon says, close your eyes. Simon says open your eyes. Mrs. Foleys Baby BOY .. says welcome to reality, where escaping pain is merely a myth! [[ Mick begins to rub his hands through Melissas soft hair as she still hasn't shown any sign of conciousness. ]] Mick Foley: Poor Melissa. You were the sacrifice of your husbands stupidity and arrogance. Shame. God forgive; this was an accident waiting to happen. [[ Mick Foley positions his hands in pray, closing his eyes as the transmission cuts. The PWR Logo flashes past the screen for the last time as the countdown until King Of The Ring narrows as every minute ticks by. ]] [[ Fade to black. ]]
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