Figured it was time to start a new one of these. Also I can't find the old one.
Post your random pieces of work here.
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-Mick Foley “Stephanie, I know you’re probably surprised to see me out here tonight, but I don’t think you should be. If you’re surprised, you’re as out of touch as everyone says you are.”
The crowd roars again, still chanting Foley’s name. Nobody has sat down since his music hit and interrupted Stephanie McMahon’s State of Raw address.
-Mick Foley “You shouldn’t be surprised that I’m finally standing up for myself. After all, you picked me as Raw General Manager because that was one of the things you liked about me. You told me yourself.”
After weeks upon weeks of only Stephanie McMahon running the show, the crowd is ecstatic to see the GM return. It’s a feeling most people didn’t expect to have at the start of 2017, but here we are.
Foley pauses for a moment to let himself enjoy hearing his name chanted again, and you can tell he missed it. He smiles for only a second before restoring focus on the task at hand.
-Mick Foley “A little over a year ago, you and I started a journey together that I don’t think anyone expected to work out. They were right. You and I started a business relationship that many called ‘destined to fail’ and I didn’t want to see it. I wanted to believe that there was a part of you that wanted to see Raw succeed in spite of itself, even after everything you did over the past 5 years to try and stop that.”
Stephanie looks puzzled, almost offended. She tries to speak but Foley simply talks over her.
-Mick Foley “No, no, you’ve had your chance to talk! You’re done talking!”
Stephanie tries to nervously laugh off Foley snapping at her, but she’s visibly shook. The Mick Foley of old starts to pour out as he continues speaking in a serious, scathing tone.
-Mick Foley “You sold me on ideas that I thought you were serious about, but after we started running Raw, it very quickly became clear to me that you were the same person you’ve always been. You didn’t want Raw to be about the superstars or the fans or anything that made it good. You wanted Raw to be about YOU.”
Stephanie McMahon’s face twists into a scowl. She bares her teeth and brings the microphone to her lips.
-Stephanie McMahon “Why am I still listening to this? GET OUT OF HERE. YOU’RE FIRED!”
Mick Foley stares at Stephanie McMahon with a blank expression as the crowd around him boos loudly. He looks left, looks right, then looks at his dirty sneakers…
...then raises his head, smiling. Foley’s missing teeth and crazed grin bring the crowd right back into it. They roar as they eagerly await what trick Foley has had up his sleeve this whole time.
-Mick Foley “I was hoping you’d say that. I was hoping you’d have that same look on your face. That same twisted, cocky smirk that your husband had all those years ago.”
Foley strokes his beard and starts down the ramp.
-Mick Foley “I remember it like it was yesterday. I came out here on this stage, just like this. I started walking down the ramp, just like this. Your husband lorded over me from that very ring with that very look painted on his face.”
“Do you remember it, Steph? Do you remember when I tore off my shirt and Cactus Jack was back in the WWE?”
The crowd loses their minds as Mick Foley starts to remove his flannel, but they’re quickly silenced as he raises a hand.
-Mick Foley “No, no. Come on now. Cactus Jack is too old these days...but-”
Before Foley can finish and remove his flannel shirt, security rushes him from either side and grabs his arms. Foley struggles briefly, but he’s caught off-guard. Stephanie shouts for security to get him out of her building..
..until a group of men dressed in black rush security! They attack from all sides, some charging down the ramp, others hopping the barrier at ringside! The mystery men make quick work of security, tossing them aside and freeing Mick Foley!
Stephanie is beside herself as she looks on from the ring, which is now surrounded on all sides by the masked men.
-Mick Foley “That’s it right there. That’s the face he made. That dumbfounded, open-mouthed stare. Do you feel like he did, Stephanie? Did your husband tell you how he felt that night? How he felt helpless? Scared? Alone?”
Foley gets up on the apron and steps through the ropes. He finishes unbuttoning his flannel shirt.
-Mick Foley “I guess now you can join the club.”
Mick Foley throws down the microphone and removes his flannel to reveal..