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Arrogance. Simon Dean. Two of which mixed together, produced failure. All week, Simon Dean had protested that Mick Foley were no match for the body of himself. That Mick Foleys glory days were well and truly over - but Simon Dean was sadly mistaken, and humiliated for it. The word of another arrogant, young superstar has been put to shame. Wasn't the first time and it won't be the last. This weeks Conflict will be recognized as "Night of Champions II" where the title says it all. Championships; ALL on the line, but for Mick Foley, a championship belt isn't at stake. Instead, the match of a lifetime with Shawn Michaels looms just over the hill as we crawl closer and closer to Conflict each and every day. The first time in which Night of Champions was held proved to be historical with the first two Hall Of Fame Inductees being Mick Foley and John Bradshaw Layfield. This time around, Foley won't be taking any grand prize. No great recognition. No championship belt. But the respected battle between Mick Foley and Shawn Michaels is eyecandy and should lead you to a standing ovation as two of the greatest this industry has ever laid eyes upon collide. Don't miss it. Conflict ... NIGHT OF CHAMPIONS II! [[ Fade up PWR logo. ]] [[ The cameras begin rolling in Cedar Falls, Iowa, inside of the UNI Dome where we're faced with a shot of the entire asile. Slowly, the camera pans up the asile until we eventually reach the top of it. Mick Foley steps out from behind the black curtain and glances in every possible direction as if there actually were thousands upon thousands of fanatics surrounding him. ]] Mick Foley: The anticipation grows at a rapid pace. When you step out onto center stage and you look all around you to see thousands of fans screaming out your name at the very TOP of their voice, it gives you a feeling .. like no other. A feeling which becomes a drug. The more you experience it, the more you're sucked into it. Oh, I think you know what I'm talking about mister SHAWN Michaels. You know exactly .. what I'm talking about. Because still; to this very date, you're sucked in by the meaningless voices surrounding you. You're STILL out to impress millions of fanatics EVERY day and why? Because the sound of your voice being chanted like you're some sort of wrestling god has become an addiction for you. [[ Mick proceeds to look around. His face completely focused at the task in hand. ]] Mick Foley: The question is; how much more can you continue to give, Shawn? For how much LONGER can you make an enormous amount of people satisifed with what they're seeing? Because you should know .. you should know better than almost anyone .. that the people - the so called loyal FANATICS that pamper you with sugarcoating CRAP can only be entertained for so long. People are GREEDY Shawn, and it's ironic because you fall in the exact same category. The people; they cheer you on to RISK your god damn LIFE! They cheer you on for the sight of PAIN .. BLOOD .. TEARS! THEY WANT ALL THAT!! And you .. you keep GIVING them it. See, I learned. I learned that the people will jump on any bandwagon they damn well please, WHENEVER the hell they want to. But you? Nah .. it hasn't calculated in your minute brain that once you begin to rust, once you begin to wear "old" then you'll be burshed aside within a mere BLINK of an eye. Although here's where it's ironic, because you too are greedy. You're SELFISH. What about your family? What about your loved ones Shawn? Huh? Does it not matter what they feel or think? Does it not matter that while there's thirty thousand blood hungry scumbags cheering you on to jump off a 20 foot ladder, your wife and kid are holding their hearts in their mouths hoping to dear god that you'll use your brain and NOT risk your life, or your career. Doesn't that matter, Shawn? Or is it all about one individual. Is it all about Shawn Michaels? [[ Foley lowers his head, shaking it from side to side. ]] Mick Foley: It took me almost my career to realize the truth and one way or another you're gonna be enlightened to it. It's all in your hands Shawn. The easy way .. or the hard way. But come the end of it, I'm going to eternally do YOU the biggest favour without you even noticing .. and that's bringing you face to face with reality, thus leading to you having put your FAMILY as the number one priority. NOT your fans. [[ Slowly, Mick begins to take steps down the asile. Slow, cautious steps with his head still positioned downwards. ]] Mick Foley: My life no longer revolves around the happiness of others. My life is about me and my family. Nothing else. I walk down this asile once a week for the sole purpose of completing my job and it so happens to be, that this week - you're that job. That obstacle standing in my way from becoming the World Champion - because I want that gold, Shawn. I lay my head down to sleep each and every night, praying to the lord that the Championship will soon be draped over my shoulder. I've endured ENOUGH suffering and it's time that I take MY glory! It's time .. it's edging closer and closer .. for that moment .. of truth. I've awaited all my life to be recognized as the BEST! ALL MY GOD DAMN LIFE! Because un like Shawn Michaels, I've EARNT every CENT of fighting for the Championship. I wasn't GIVEN Title opportunities as if it were a charity case. I've had to bust my gut, yet my glory still is up in the air ... but I promise you .. one of these days .. that I WILL reach out and GRAB the spotlight with both hands. Problem is - you're one of many obstacles that I have to remove from the equation. [[ He continues to walk down the asile at a slow and steady pace. He raises his head up, looking back out into rows of empty seats. ]] Mick Foley: Difference between you and I, is that you're a pretty boy from San Antonio, Texas. You're used of the high life and you're USED of prancing around in expensive, fancy clothes. I'm not. I don't dress neat, I don't prance around. I do what I have to do and that is provide for a family that is depending on me. Have you any idea as to how that feels, Shawn? To have the weight of your beloved family on your shoulders? Of course not .. you're blinded by your own ego, even towards your family. [[ Mick steps through the ropes in the ring, and takes a few paces. He looks around him and all in one motion; it's as if he's picturing himself in a few days time. ]] Mick Foley: This squared circle is where we call home. It's where every drop of blood, sweat and tear lays because this is much more than a job. This is LIFE! This IS where I belong, regardless if I'm in HALF the condition I used to be. Professional Wrestling .. will forever BE the home grounds to Mick Foley. Is it the same for you, Shawn, or are you're strictly running on the cheques you're given? I wonder .. I wonder deeply .. because you've either got a head with not a single hint of intelligence, or your ignorance is at a whole new level. [[ Foley positions himself in the middle of the ring, his arms out in front of him. ]] Mick Foley: This is where it all happens Shawn. You know better than anyone, you can be a talker all you damn well please but it's RIGHT here in this VERY ring that divides the superstars from the stars. We've both been apart of history many times before, I've taken more falls than you and you've taken more Championships then me .... but rest assure, that's all about to change because your image of being an icon is a flush away from heading straight down the toilet. Time's ticking, heartbreak kid .. I hope you're ready to dance .. to my beautiful, LOVEABLE... [[ Mick Foley flashes a sadistic grin, as the tranmission cuts immediately after those last three words. ]] [[ Fade to black. ]]
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