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[[ Fade up PWR logo. ]] [[ The cameras wind up on the sight of Mick Foley sitting on the very edge of a cliff. Below the cliff is water which later leads to a giant waterfall. As you can imagine, the circumstances which Mick Foley has surrounded himself around is extremely dangerous. Despite the cliff being stable, one wrong move could spell the end. He manages to stay incredibly still; a blank stare into open air. ]] Mick Foley: Beatings, beatings, beatings. One after the other. I've had more of them than ANY man or woman could ever begin to imagine. Black eyes; I've lost COUNT of how many. Broken BONES. BRUISES! CONSECUTIVE LOSSES!! ALL OF IT! There's not ONE thing I haven't had, but yet .. you still see me standing. If you hand picked any other man, put him through all of my atrocities then he'd of fallen over the third or fourth hurdle. Guaranteed. He'd of fallen flat on his ass, cried, packed up his bags and went HOME! [[ Silence. ]] Mick Foley: Despite having my ass handed to me on a silver platter practically every god damn week, I haven't given up. I won't give up. I've come too far and been through TOO much to ever even THINK of walking away from this business. One loss is no longer a concern .. because each loss suffered brings a victory all that much closer. Every time a loss is succeeded, an area for improvment can be made. They say you can never teach an old dog new tricks. (Mick Shakes His Head) I beg to differ. [[ He pauses for a few short seconds. ]] Mick Foley: Change takes time. It doesn't happen within a click of a finger, or a blink of an eye. It takes .. time. Something which requires patience, which is blatant that many of us every day living human beings lack. [[ For a third time, Mick Foley stays dead silent for a short period of time. ]] Mick Foley: Humans are greedy. Selfish. We want everything to happen at an instant. We don't want to have to earn achievements, we want them without busting a sweat. Without doing a god damn thing, and why? Because we're the greediest living species on earth. We'll CHEAT to victory, we'll MANIPULATE to move forward ... because we're selfish. Who cares about anyone else, right? That's the human theory, isn't it? To take advantage of another, to take the ball .. and to run with it. [[ Mick flicks his head back, getting the hair from out of his face. ]] Mick Foley: But people who commit such filthy acts only last for so long. Hardwork pays off .. and sooner or later, when that PWR World Heavyweight Championship is draped over my shoulder you'll see to it, that my words are of fact and not garbage. It's only a mere matter of time before my hopes and dreams turn to reality. I've risked every ligament and EVERY bone in my body. I've EARNT the right to be named as a PWR Hall Of Famer, because I've put my LIFE into this business. My cold hearted LIFE. Though, I admit .. I shall not be recognized as a threat amongst this era of professional wrestling until I defy the odds and fufill my destiny. My one true goal of becoming the World's Heavyweight Champion. I will not rest until that goal .. is achieved. I may not have the movement of Edge, nor the gifted raw talent of a Shawn Michaels ... but you'd better believe, that I wear my heart as a badge each and every single time I step foot into a ring. [[ Foley snorts and collects up a large amount of saliva in his mouth. He spits right onto the ground in front of him before turning his attention back to the camera. ]] Mick Foley: The perfect opportunity to separate my success from a myth is on Conflict, where I've been dealt with the cards of Edge; a young, talented, up and coming superstar which in the eyes of all fanatics is a future World Champion. The chance to squash that lays in the palm of my hands, for I have been given full control of our actions. Should Edge choose to turn up to Conflict, I will make his life a living Nightmare .. one .. in which has no escape. I've been told my time has passed .. that my services are no longer up to the standards of what they once were .. that I can no longer "hang" with the new era. They couldn't be any furhter from the truth, and the chance to prove exactly that to the entire world .. is .. is beautiful. To erase doubt from a simple mind brings satisfaction and it's something I've been given the task of accomplishing. Edge; it'd seem that you're the favourite and that I are what seems to be called, the "Under dog". They expect you to win. They expect you to dispose of an old man .. of a hardcore LEGEND. Can you feel the pressure, Edge? Can you feel the weight on your shoulders bringing you down as each scond ticks by on the clock? Oh, I bet you can .. I bet you damn well can as you're sitting before your monitor, trembling, gritting your teeth together. (Mick Laughs) Plain and simple; you're a gimmick in this business. You aren't who you in fact SAY you are. But I? I'm exactly .. I'm pin point ACCURATE to who I say I am. I admit my faults, don't get me wrong .. because I like every other living human being have faults ... but the thing which you're all blinded by, is my strengths and should you overlook those then God Forbid, because you'll be in for the bloodiest night that you've ever bare witnessed to. [[ The camera pans down to the cliff, showing the water below. Parts of the cliff break away, taking the long fall downwards. The camera pans back up to Foleys face, whose voice intensifies. ]] Mick Foley: Your wish has become my blessing. You WANTED Mrs. Foleys Baby Boy, one on one .. you wanted a challenge .. and this Wednesday Night, reality is gonna hit you right in the face because the truth is Edge - you aren't READY for the challenge. You aren't READY to experience the torment and as the saying goes, Beggers Can't be Choosers. You BEGGED for me and you've got me - but rest assure, your future lays in the palm of my hands and are open to be crushed at ANY given time. You're a young Canadian; talented too, but by taking a stroll down this lane you're dimming not only your career - but your LIFE. It didn't and DOESN'T have to wind up in such a fashion, but you're relucatant to hold back. You're KEEN to press that destruct button ... though, you have no idea of the concequences at hand and for that I pity you. You've wrapped yourself in a lie - you AREN'T being held back and you AREN'T a lone wolf .. fact is, you aren't up to world championship STANDARDS. You're an 'up and riser', I'll give you that .. but you've also got a long way to go before solidfying yourself as a hosue hold name in this business. I've earned every CENT; you? You haven't earned jack SHIT. On Conflict, you have your chance to send a thought into Ric Flairs mind. The opportunity to impress, but don't fool yourself .. because I'm a high jump that you've got NO chance of clearing. I eagerly await .. for your awefully painful bitching must come to a sudden end, as you've been GIVEN what you wanted. Question is; what are you gonna do about it? Are you gonna take an ol' Hardcore Legend like Mick Foley to town? Or are you gonna fall to your knees and descend down quicker than expected? Haha .. It's all up to you, Edge but bare in the back of your mind. I WILL stop you and I WILL .. Push YOU .. Over .. The EDGE! HA-HA! [[ Foley kicks a nearby rock over the cliff and begins manically laughing into the camera. ]] Mick Foley: Never attempt to make yourself out to be someone you aren't. Take it from me .. take it from twenty odd years of professional wrestling knowledge, pal. [[ Fade to black. ]]
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