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[size=15]“You know it just never ceases to amaze me. the fact that any damn fool can yammer on and on about himself till he’s blue in the face. Especially when their either over the hill, or tripping over their own feet. Whenever I hear a simpleton run his mouth from sun up to sun down, the only thing I can do is shake my head, laugh it off, and then beat the living shit out of them for disrespecting my natural perfection. [/size]

[size=15]That's what I do, I put people in their proper place, from every comment on social media, to every word I speak on a microphone, to every beat down I dish out every single week on Showdown, I let people know where they belong in this world. Now some (such as myself) are above others because they possess greater amounts of talent than others. And the rest (such as the four stooges I’m facing Saturday night) serve only to either bow down and recognize our greatness, or drift along blissfully unaware of how truly insignificant they are, all the while puffing out their chest and taking up how they're hot shit. It seems that their isn't a week that goes by where this isn't the case, some halfwit runs his mouth, and I have to smack him around for a while till he comes back to reality. Wash, rinse, repeat. [/size]

[size=15]Oh sure some of these jackasses get an extra moment or two where they can keep their heads in the clouds, but in the end, the guy with the superior skills in that ring, always comes out on top. So make no mistake about it, when the bell rings this Saturday night, and smoke clears, the dust settles, and every other turn of phrase is said, I'm the one will be standing tall. [/size]

[size=15]Yes I will POP, see while you don't think of me as a threat, I've battled men who you wish you could be, took their best shots, and threw a few right back at them. I’ve been here for two years tearing thru chumps like you who thought that just because they were hot shit five years, that it somehow means they're not broken down and washed up. You talk about people walking on egg shells whenever they're around you in the locker room, well step right up to your face and knock your goddamn lights out! I don't respect you, and I sure as hell don't fear you, because when you've been thru Hell’s Warpath, and stared Hades straight in the eye as he makes his way to the ring. When you've taken on hall of famers like Y2Impact and Mr.DeDeDe in a glass Gauntlet match, when you've been went thru hell and back to earn a bit of respect from the people who matter in this company, no past his prime prick is anything close to threatening. See I don't really care if you snap or not, I don't really care about anything you do at save for when you talk shit about me, and I need to remind you about whose the top dog in this company nowadays. After I beat you (again, because Tag Matches DO count) you'll have no choice but to get in line, and join all the other haters who are gonna have to kiss my ass when I stamp my name for that National Elite Championship match. [/size]

[size=15]You talk about leaving in a better position than you entered with. There is zero chance of that happening at Dia Del Diablo. When we face off, I'm gonna prove that I'm not like any of these flash in the pan fucks. I'm the ironman of EAW because I've been grinding and scratching and clawing my way to get this chance. And there is no way that some old nostalgia act who doesn't even know that A.) he's wrestling for a title shot and B.) doesn't even know the name of the fucking belt he's chasing after, is gonna fuck it up for me. This Saturday I Guarantee that you’ll exit not with a bang but with a whimper. When I drop your ass thru that table, I'll show you that I'm the biggest thing in this company here and now, Maybe then you'll get it thru your thick head that There's nothing, and no one better than me because there's no such thing as being better than Perfect! You will find this out be hard way, when I send your legacy and your body up in smoke. [/size]

[size=15]And Kaise, what the fuck are you smoking/snorting/freebasing that makes you think you're even half a step ahead of me. So let me get this straight, you intentionally lost matches, because if somehow me, or Nobi, or Nova lose another it means you won? I think you need to get your head checked their buddy, maybe all hits to the head I gave you last week got to you. That's to be expected when you just suddenly change from being a stiff in a suit who never fought a day in his life, to trading bombs in the middle of the ring with someone who wouldn't give two shits whether or not you get so concussed that you can't even stand straight. You're calling this a war, well the best one to compare it to is Grenada, cause I'm ending this sooner than it started. You want to see my dreams crushed, and everything I've spent my life in devotion to burn right down to the ground? Get in line, cause there's a whole locker room of Michaels envy suffering shits like you who want the exact same thing. And just like every single one of them, I'm gonna beat your ass time and again until I get bored, and do the same to the next in line. [/size]

[size=15]So do yourself a favor Kaise, when I'm done beating you from pillar to post, and I go on to have an incredible run as the National Elite Champion, don't go around bitching a moaning that I didn't give you fair warning, or that you just took me too lightly. Because I've already beaten you once, and I'll be more than happy to beat you again and again. You step on up, I send you right back down. You try to test me, and you’ll get knocked right down on your ass. You are dealing with a top tier, once in a life time talent, the Jordan, the Babe Ruth, the Joe Montana of pro wrestling. And you should be thankful for having the opportunity to share time in the ring with me. You keep asking if this is my time to break out, you're goddamn right it is! Not only am I going to shatter that glass ceiling you keep mentioning to smithereens, I am going take down every last one of bastards who have been ducking me, and rise above all of them, till I'm the only one standing at the top of the EAW mountain. You said it yourself, I'm the favorite to win this match, maybe you should think about just why that is. [/size]

[size=15]And Johnny Nova, just because you went down to the Minor leagues, and finally won a match, doesn't mean jack shit when you stand against the league MVP. Beating a few dipshits by sheer luck, doesn't impress me. Call me when you've faced someone with someone who has some modicum of talent. Till then keep your your fucking mouth shut, before I decide to hurt you worst than I already am at Dia Del Diablo. Because what's worst, being a ‘momma’s boy’, or getting your ass handed to you by one? Sunday Morning you're gonna know with out a doubt that Mark Michaels is the genuine article of in ring perfection. He's no fraud, he's the real deal, when it comes to sending good for nothing bastards like you back to the Ghetto via a first class seat in the end of my boot. I'm gonna knock you so hard upside the head, that mongoloid looking beard will go flying into the fifth row. [/size]

[size=15]So keep telling yourself that you're “machismo” will keep you from getting beat down like there's no tomorrow. Johnny, not a damn thing is gonna keep me from outright embarrassing you from the second that bell rings, till the moment arrange a meeting between you and the flame coming off the table! Nova, when you get carted off in a stretcher, maybe you'll understand why you should have never screwed with Mark Michaels. Or at the very least, you'll learn not to sucker punch a man who can and will end your career in split second. [/size]

[size=15]And that just leaves Lucas coming in last (kinda like every foot race your fat ass has ever been in). You know for some reason I can never figure out can have managed to have your head rammed so far up your ass that you think that deserve a goddamn thing just for showing up. I mean you keep getting all your facts twisted, saying one F-5 had me down for the count. Last I checked I'm still here and ready to beat you up and down the I-35. Or how you single handedly eliminated me from the Hell Warpath to win the New Breed title. Las I checked it took a chokeslam, a chokebomb, a shot to the nuts with a cane, a dozen body blows with brass knuckles, a kimura, and an F-5 to put me down in that one. Oh and you had the advantage of not having to even bother with half the match because you were the last guy to walk out thru the curtain. This time, thing are different, for one, you'll have to look me in the eye from bell to bell. There won't be any last minute entrances, or blindside attacks after I've dispatched with one of the pathetic peons who couldn't hope to touch me in that ring. And that includes yourself Lucas, because whether you can admit it or not we both know that I've already far surpassed you. I've always been the better between the two of us, and I've always called you out on all the bullshit you constantly spout off. Bring your best shot Lucas, throw everything you got at me, because I don't want to hear your moaning when I send you to the back with yet another scratch in your loss Column. This time Lucas there is no getting around me. You are gonna have to beat me, and to do that you’re gonna have to stand in front and face me. And to do that you are gonna have to find enough manhood about you, to take on the single greatest professional athlete to ever lace a pair of boots! You talk about waking us to reality, Sunday morning I'll be waking up to being the number one contender to the National Elite Championship. And you'll be waking up to that one little fact that you've been in denial about for the last six months, Mark Michaels just better than you are, have been, or ever will be. [/size]

[size=15]So come on down because you are about to dance with the Devil in Dallas. You're all about to see the rise of the brightest burning star that this company has ever been graced with. You are all about to witness the rise of the Twitter Trendsetter, the Instagram Icon, the #Hero who’ll not stop till he walks out holding gold up over his head. At Dia Del Diablo, I will be bringing the heat in this flaming tables match. I will come out like a house of fire from the moment I step thru that curtain. This Saturday night all four of you get to figure out that when you play with Mark Michaels, you're gonna get burned. So go ahead and Picture THAT![/size]

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[size=15]@PicPerfectMichaels has posted a status update:[/size]

[size=15]“Right now my dear followers, I'm lying by here in bed, tossing and turning, my eyes wide open, unable to drift away to a peaceful sleep. Now as you probably can figure out, it's because of this week’s Dia Del Diablo pay per view, but not for the reasons most might suspect ( or to be more accurate suspect if it were anyone besides myself in this position). It's not because I'm worried about being able to beat any of my opponents this Saturday, lord knows I could beat the hell out of every single one of them with one arm behind my back. It's not because I'm suffering from some sort of performance anxiety, because I always exceed everyone’s expectations every time I step thru that curtain. Its not even being worried about my perfect body suffering and scars of burn marks. [/size]

[size=15]No, I’m wide awake writing this post because right now, I'm like a kid at Christmas. And this Saturday night I'm going to unwrap the opportunity to claim the National Elite Championship. That belt, which was less than a stone’s throw away the last time I competed for it. which was so close I could already imagine the weight of it resting in my hands. It's was so close it was practically mine! But because of the actions of some Michaels envy suffering shithead, what was without a doubt my title, slipped thru my fingers. I won the match, but the lost the war so to speak. And since then it has vexed me, it has haunted me that I would have cemented place in EAW history, and maybe would have been shown the proper respect from everyone in that locker room. It has eaten away at me for over a year and a half, because in that time not only have I not been anywhere near that title (never given a rematch, never even given a number one contender match for it.), I haven't had a one on one opportunity at any other championship since! I've had to run thru triple threat matches where some jackass would get pinned and somehow I'd be ruled as having lost. I've been stuck in car wrecks like the Hell’s Warpath where I would battle, beat on half the haters in that match, just for some flash in the pan fuck to come in, sweep up the leftovers, and steal away the New Breed Championship. Hell just two weeks ago I competed in a ring of fire battle royal. Why, you may be asking? Because not one of those five could pin me clean in the middle of the ring. So to give them a fighting chance, or better yet to tip the odds in their favor, the only thing they had to do was throw me over the top rope. And even there, just when I was poised to get the one thing I had been aching for, Johnny Nova puts his filthy hands on me. Leave it to the goody two shoes who has to suck up to the lowest I.Q.s in the crowd for anyone to care, to sucker punch you and rob you blind! Goddamn I am pissed at so much that has happened since the night the National Elite championship was almost mine. But funny thing is, all of it, all of it won't matter the second that bell rings and my hand is raised. All the setbacks and disappointments, all the bumps and bruises, all the effort and energy wasted on what felt like treadmill in mid card hell, all of it will vanish the second that belt is wrapped around my waist. [/size]

[size=15]None the bullshit that has weighed me down for the past 19 months will even be a thought, because this Saturday night, the people of Dallas are gonna see the fire of hell that’s been lit under me. They are gonna witness a man who will battle like never before, and run over every mother fucker in his path. In a flaming tables Elimination five way match (say that three times fast), I will do anything it takes to walk away with a win, ANYTHING! I don't care if I have to put all four of my opponents thru Tables myself, I don't care if I have to cripple and Maim these sons of bitches, I don't even care if it takes years off my career to do so. I am coming to the American Airlines arena with one intent. And come hell or high water, I am going to win this match, and head on to Territorial Invasion where I can finally exorcise this demon from me. I'll get this goddamn monkey off my back, and prove to the world that I am every bit as good as I say I am. When the smoke has cleared, there will be one man standing head and shoulders above the rest of the competition this Saturday. There will be one clear winner, who without a shadow of a doubt go on to become the new EAW National Elite Champion, and that man will be me #Facts[/size]

[size=15]Now sure, everyone in this match is gonna run their mouth about wanting it more, or deserving it more. But anyone with a lick of sense already knows that There isn't a man alive who deserves that shot more than I do. None of them are hungrier than I am. None of them have put in the extra hours in the gym, or have studied every piece of footage they can get their hands on the way I have. None of them have had to deal with even half the bullshit I've had to. From a former GM who wouldn't know true talent if it bit him, to the halfwits in the crowd who hate me because they ain't me, I've was buried up to my goddamn eyeballs with all the crap they were giving me. But it's a new dawn, and not one son of a bitch is gonna keep me from getting mine.[/size]

[size=15]No you won't Lucas, yeah I already know that your fat head is just about ready to spout off some ridiculous bullshit about how your the baddest mother fucker waking the hallway, but you and me both know that in a straight up match, you wouldn't stand a chance. Now sure you've been able to pull a couple of rabbits right out of your ass, but I think we’re more than well aware that your little lucky streak is dead and buried, and this Saturday I'm. Gonna heap that l last Handful of dirt on top and pack it all down. When your flabby ass goes thru that table, When it hits the fire, I’ll be grinning ear to ear. Because since this year began. You been about the biggest thorn in my side. It seemed like everywhere I turned, there you were. And every time we stepped into the ring, you showed time and again that you didn't have enough talent to beat me one on one. Hell you didn't even have the balls to look me in the eyes like a man until after you had blindsided me, and threw Anthony Leonhart into our match so that you'd have someone you could pin at Burning Desire. But what a difference just a few short weeks could make. Now here you are, desperate for a win, clinging to what little relevance you have, and praying to god that it doesn't come down to you and me at Dia Del Diablo. Let me tell you right now Lucas, that there's no angle for you to get around me this time. You're not gonna enter the ring after I've taken the kind of punishment that most men wouldn't be able to come back from like you did in Hell’s Warpath, and you're gonna get the win without beating me like you did at Burning Desire. This time Lucas you and me are on a head on collision course, and this time, I'm running over you like fucking freight train! [/size]

[size=15]This time Lucas, you're fat ass is mine, and I guarantee this Saturday night that I am gonna roast you over a roaring fire like the overgrown s'more you are. And when I do, the last bits of your hype will go up in smoke before your very eyes. [/size]

[size=15]Kinda like POP’s comeback thus far. You know something POP, the more I hear you speak, the more I keep hoping that someone will stuff that ignorant, Emo mouth of yours. I mean come on man how man weeks have you been back? And in all this time you can't even bother to learn that the name of the title ( as well as the fucking company) is Elite, not Extreme. I swear, you are so stuck in the past it's not even funny. You're like wearing a throwback jersey all the time, at first it's cool because of the nostalgia about it, but then you look around and that the game has evolved and become an entirely different beast than it was before. In the time you've been gone, this company's talent have elevated it to a whole new stratosphere of what happens in that ring. So keep on doing this Wizards era Jordan act all you want, the fact of the matter is that you can't hang anymore with even the middle of the pack here in EAW, much less the man who is hands down the single greatest professional wrestler alive today. And you know what the really sad thing is POP, I would have said you should have stayed in 2010, but after hearing your whinny ass mumbling for a month, its painfully obvious that you already are. Well POP, if I were you , I'd step my has been ass aside and make way for the future of this industry. I'd recognize the man who was leading that next generation and pass the torch as only proper, because if not he’d be snatching it right out of my hand. POP, you had better get ready because I am about to beat you from pillar to post on my way to the top of the EAW mountain. This Saturday night when I beat your ass (again) I will take my next step towards being recognized as the new face of Elite Answers Wrestling. [/size]

[size=15]Oh and Johnny Nova, you know every single time we step in the ring together, you manage to make more of an ass out of yourself. From your tacky, gaudy, and let's face it, gender inappropriate ring gear, to the fact that you developed this split personality where one second you're a serious competitor who had to scratch and claw his way out of the slums just to get a shot at making a living in the sport of professional wrestling, the next you're the weird, coked up, outer space cowboy with a bad case of sudden onset Batman voice. Johnny, you think yourself he cream of the crop? You're nothing more than cow piss in neon tights. For the love of God man get your shit together, and drop the fucking gimmick. But all that is an aside to the fact that two weeks ago you screwed me out of the National Elite championship match. I haven't forgotten it, how you hit me from behind because you didn't have enough balls to stand toe to toe with me. Rest assured that you have pissed me off royally, and I am going to kick the ever loving shit right out of you. You are gonna be my bitch from the moment that bell rings, and there is not a goddamn thing you can do to stop me! Johnny when I slam you thru that table, and you feel those flames Stinging you worst than you can possibly imagine, just know that you brought this all on yourself. See, nobody ever gets one over on Mark Michaels, not for long anyways. And in the end I'm always the one who stands on top, and I'll be damned straight to hell if your overhyped, underdeveloped ass is gonna be an exception to that rule. I’m the one who stands tall in the end, Always have, always will because there is not a man, woman, or child who could ever hope to change than because no one on the fate of this earth is better than perfect. [/size]

[size=15]Johnny, this is fair warning, when I'm done with you, you're gonna regret the day you ever crossed paths with Mark Michaels. [/size]

[size=15]And that just leaves Kaise Boetius. You find everything I have to say as humorous. Let me tell you pal, there won't be anything funny about me kicking your fucking teeth in this Saturday. Now let's get a few things straight here, first while I did give you some credit for not stumbling over your own feet like so many other tag partners I've had, i didn't exactly heap that much praise on you. Certainly not to the degree that has you saying I'm basically your biggest fanboy. Look jack, all I ever said was you handled yourself well enough while I was carrying you. Second, i have proven how damn good I am in that ring. I did so against legends like Hades, Mr.DeDeDe, and Y2Impact. I’ve outshined top prospects, and outclassed living legends. I've taken the best shots from some of the best to ever enter the business, and I'm still standing here undeterred and motivated like a mother fucker. So while I am sick and tired of being forced to sit at the kids table with guys like you and Nova, I'll do it because that National Elite title match is what I desire most at this moment. [/size]

[size=15]You think that you're the first guy whose ever been in a multiman match where the winner becomes the next in line for a championship opportunity about as soon as he wakes thru the door? The real thing about this company isn't just about being a contender for a title once, it's what happens when you get so close you can practically taste it, and then moments later he wondering where did it all go wrong for you. It's about not just being a flash in he pan who gets the novelty push just because they're new around here. But being the workhorse week after week, year after year, and leaving whatever's inside you out in the ring. I have no limits in the ring or on the mic because My combination of speed, strength, technique, and charisma is absolutely perfect. That's why I'm a real person as you would put it, because I say exactly what I mean, and I do everything I say I will. So when I tell you that I'm the one whose winning at Dia Del Diablo, that I'm the man who'll be he last man standing while the rest of you go down in flames, that I am gonna be a house of fire in that ring while the rest of you are just a bunch dying embers, you all had better believe that it's as good as gospel. [/size]

[size=15]Kaise, Saturday night you get to see just why I'm the biggest thing to hit Showdown in quite a long time. You'll get to see what makes me the brightest burning star this company has, and when I outclass you four jackoffs, you'll know exactly why I am the Twitter Trendsetter, the Instagram Icon, the #Hero whose image of him emerging victorious will live forever on social media. It will be the most liked, the most re-posted, and the only topic of discussion for all of my Friends Followers, and subscribers from every corner of the globe. I am gonna tear thru you Kaise, and the other three like red hot glowing knife thru butter. And once I do, I'll be on to save my National Elite Championship from the douchebag who'll be keeping it warm for me, then I'll finally get a good night’s sleep knowing I've righted an enormous wrong. This will be exactly what happens at Dia Del Diablo, because when you step into a flaming tables match against the hottest star on Showdown, you're gonna get burned. So why don't all of you take a good long moment and start to Picture THAT![/size]

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