*Michael Kelly's music hits, only to find no one coming through the curtains. As the music fades we look to the titantron to find Kelly plastered on said titantron, styling his signature quaffed hair and mustache. Kelly sports a white 3 piece suit, shades, and what looks like an engagement ring on his ring finger. Somehow after the painful loss to James The Kidd, Michael dons a smirk, as he looks down the camera, balls his hands up, and begins*
Michael Kelly: You wanna talk about carrying? Really!?
You? As I seem to remember I carried your behind outside the ring and dropped destiknee upon your back. As I see it, I was unrightfully and unlawfully placed into a match after being put to the test, after my
manlihood was put to test. Enough of that, my guess is you want to know why after the loss, after
our loss, why I'm still here, gifting you, and these idiots in the crowd my smile. Ya' wanna know why I'm smiling Mr. Black? Ya' wanna know why I am so happy even after a disgusting lost to an idiot, a moron like James The Kidd? It's because, even after I lost, theres only one person that everyone is talking about. A man, an
injured man, coming off of a triple threat match that could've costed anyone else their career. You guessed it...
Me,
*with a big cheesy grin on Michael's face* I am the one who was robbed after taking you both to your limits, I am the one who was deprived a win because of that... that
cheater, James The Kidd.... Me, me me!!!
*Michael takes a step back, turns to the left of him and tries to stay calm, but is clearly still enraged at the thought of losing to the rookie James the kidd. He takes a deep breath and turns back to face the camera*
Michael Kelly: So you can sit there, and cry about how you..... How
we lost that match, you can try to take out your frustrations on one of those lackluster idiots in the locker room, you could even go, avenge your loss to that jobber of a man, and find that nothing will scratch the fact that on your debut, you lost!!
*chuckling* If you want a challenge, if you want someone of main event caliber, look no further than The Chosen One.
*Pointing at himself* I see the fire in your eyes, I see the disappointment in your eyes, your need to prove to yourself that you ain't just another flash in the pan, and I can respect it.
*with a honest and sincere look on his face* I can respect the blood, the sweat, and the tears that you gave this business, and the many more you'll be giving to this company. So all of that brings me to what some may say a solution, a conclusion, some may say a head on collision, I say a gift. A gift to face none other than
*doing the imaginary drumroll with his hands* me, Michael Kelly.
*The crowd, going nuts for the news slowly quiets down as we see Michael Kelly smiling*
Michael Kelly: At Viewers Choice, I'll be taking all of that blood, all of those tears, and I'll be setting the record straight. For that, is my destiny and come Viewers Choice, you'll see why I am destined, WHY I AM CHOSEN to be the one to take this company to all time heights.
*Now pointing a "finger gun", and showing nothing but serious intent* So Yuri Black, its your second time around standing in the way of my destiny, So once again, one final time, You shall meet your destiknee.
*As he shoots the imaginary "finger gun" the screen fades to black as we hear Michael Kelly obnoxiously laughing until a full fade to black*
