Post by #DI-WHY? on Apr 15, 2017 18:16:42 GMT -5
WFWF Ultimate Supremacy Mike Jette RP:
"Afterthought"
When I first debuted in WFWF, I was thrown in multi-man matches, and I was thrown in tag matches, and I was never given a second glance. People were wondering what Trace Demon was going to do, or what Drakz was planning next. And I tried to just smile, and perform. I went out every show, and gave my all, in desperate hope of a little bit of traction, to try to get some attention from fans or management. But it was always no use. I was always an afterthought.
"Afterthought"
When I first debuted in WFWF, I was thrown in multi-man matches, and I was thrown in tag matches, and I was never given a second glance. People were wondering what Trace Demon was going to do, or what Drakz was planning next. And I tried to just smile, and perform. I went out every show, and gave my all, in desperate hope of a little bit of traction, to try to get some attention from fans or management. But it was always no use. I was always an afterthought.
But one fateful day, there was an opportunity that revealed itself, a street fight against Frank Lynn. I gave it my all and came up short. I couldn't catch a break. There had to be something I could do to turn everything around. Then, like a gift from the gods, opportunity #2 showed itself. "The Thunderbirds", the brainchild of Lila Sleater herself was created: a tag team consisting of two gladiators who went to war the show before. I was skeptical at first, but the results spoke for themselves. We started winning. Frank and I seemed unstoppable. The world was ours for the taking.
Until my leg snapped in two.
Then something occurred that caused me to change. Nobody seemed to care I was gone. Not the company I worked for, or the fans who I risked my body for every night. Not even my tag team partner who I thought of as a friend. WFWF just moved on like nothing ever happened. One article on WFWF.com, and I was sent spiraling into obscurity. It was maddening. I became twisted, and I could feel it happening. I could feel myself becoming a different person. I was terrified at first... but then I began to like it. I sat at home, in a wheelchair, thinking bitter, bitter thoughts. Things went on like I was never even there. I went out as an afterthought. It was then and there that I made the decision that I would return with a vengeance. I trained night and day, though hard times. My leg was healing, and I could feel the broken bones being mended with pure hatred. Every day my leg was getting stronger, my mind was getting equally stronger. The world finally made sense. I had a new purpose, and it kept me going. I waited for months for my leg to heal completely, and the wait was making me angrier. Just when I reached my boiling point, the time finally came. I made my return at Supreme Gauntlet Night 5, and made sure people were talking about Mike Jette after the show. I finally was able to let out my pent up anger and disdain, and I got people interested in the process. They say actions speak louder than words, and I proved it. I did what I set out to do. I made an impact, I made a mark...
Brandon Bison was just at the wrong place at the wrong time.
At least, that was the case at first. I saw Bison alone in the ring and I took the opening. It was just an excuse to fight someone, and make a statement. But later that night I remembered something. Brandon Bison has a shot at a "golden opportunity". That sounds like a really nice opportunity to have, and frankly, I want it. I honestly think I should already have the shot, since I beat the living daylights out of Brandon Bison, but clearly that's not the case. But don't get me wrong. I'm absolutely fine with doing it again. In fact, I'm looking forward to it! But, I don't fight for low stakes, not anymore. So I am hereby issuing a challenge to Brandon Bison. I say we add a little stipulation to our match at Ultimate Supremacy. I understand that you think you've "earned" your shot at the Golden Opportunity. I also understand that putting it on the line in our match is most likely not going to happen. So my challenge for Ultimate Supremacy, is that if I beat you, I get added to your shot at the Golden Opportunity against Whitner, making it a triple threat match. If you're not afraid, I think it will make your dismantlement much more interesting. Plus, it'll make my victory that much sweeter.
At Ultimate Supremacy, I am going to destroy Brandon Bison. What I did to him at Night 3 of Supreme Gauntlet is nothing compared to what I will do then. I will hit him with superkick, after superkick, after superkick, until his jaw dislocates. He won't be able to stand on his own two damn feet after the beating he's going to take. Every second I was in that wheelchair, every session of physical therapy, every twisted, demented thought I've ever had, I will use to my advantage. I am going to defeat Brandon Bison, and take his shot at the Golden Opportunity. But most importantly, I will steal the spotlight once again, and make sure that Mike Jette is a main stay in WFWF.
And Brandon Bison?
After Ultimate Supremacy, he'll be the afterthought.
Until my leg snapped in two.
Then something occurred that caused me to change. Nobody seemed to care I was gone. Not the company I worked for, or the fans who I risked my body for every night. Not even my tag team partner who I thought of as a friend. WFWF just moved on like nothing ever happened. One article on WFWF.com, and I was sent spiraling into obscurity. It was maddening. I became twisted, and I could feel it happening. I could feel myself becoming a different person. I was terrified at first... but then I began to like it. I sat at home, in a wheelchair, thinking bitter, bitter thoughts. Things went on like I was never even there. I went out as an afterthought. It was then and there that I made the decision that I would return with a vengeance. I trained night and day, though hard times. My leg was healing, and I could feel the broken bones being mended with pure hatred. Every day my leg was getting stronger, my mind was getting equally stronger. The world finally made sense. I had a new purpose, and it kept me going. I waited for months for my leg to heal completely, and the wait was making me angrier. Just when I reached my boiling point, the time finally came. I made my return at Supreme Gauntlet Night 5, and made sure people were talking about Mike Jette after the show. I finally was able to let out my pent up anger and disdain, and I got people interested in the process. They say actions speak louder than words, and I proved it. I did what I set out to do. I made an impact, I made a mark...
Brandon Bison was just at the wrong place at the wrong time.
At least, that was the case at first. I saw Bison alone in the ring and I took the opening. It was just an excuse to fight someone, and make a statement. But later that night I remembered something. Brandon Bison has a shot at a "golden opportunity". That sounds like a really nice opportunity to have, and frankly, I want it. I honestly think I should already have the shot, since I beat the living daylights out of Brandon Bison, but clearly that's not the case. But don't get me wrong. I'm absolutely fine with doing it again. In fact, I'm looking forward to it! But, I don't fight for low stakes, not anymore. So I am hereby issuing a challenge to Brandon Bison. I say we add a little stipulation to our match at Ultimate Supremacy. I understand that you think you've "earned" your shot at the Golden Opportunity. I also understand that putting it on the line in our match is most likely not going to happen. So my challenge for Ultimate Supremacy, is that if I beat you, I get added to your shot at the Golden Opportunity against Whitner, making it a triple threat match. If you're not afraid, I think it will make your dismantlement much more interesting. Plus, it'll make my victory that much sweeter.
At Ultimate Supremacy, I am going to destroy Brandon Bison. What I did to him at Night 3 of Supreme Gauntlet is nothing compared to what I will do then. I will hit him with superkick, after superkick, after superkick, until his jaw dislocates. He won't be able to stand on his own two damn feet after the beating he's going to take. Every second I was in that wheelchair, every session of physical therapy, every twisted, demented thought I've ever had, I will use to my advantage. I am going to defeat Brandon Bison, and take his shot at the Golden Opportunity. But most importantly, I will steal the spotlight once again, and make sure that Mike Jette is a main stay in WFWF.
And Brandon Bison?
After Ultimate Supremacy, he'll be the afterthought.
I dont know good luck 
