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"Beset my enemies, plagued by rivals, that's where I find myself now."
Matthew Shields keeps his back to the camera as he speaks. He stops, shakes his head and turns around, his hair slightly unkempt, no shirt on under his jacket, simple dark blue jeans on as he looks straight ahead.
"So where the hell do we start? There's so many elephants in the damn room that this might as well be a god damned zoo. Yujiro Fujiwara, Adrien Cochrane, the biased asshole ref. Maybe I should talk about the fact that Devlin Scott is actually acknowledging Yujiro as the champion despite all the bullshit. Let's go ahead and start right there. This message is for you Devlin. I want you to listen very well, because while Yujiro may hold that title right now, it is mine. Just because he has physical possession of that belt, doesn't make it his. I am the only man worthy of being called Redemption Wrestling Heavyweight Champion. Sooner or later, that belt will return to it's rightful place around my waist, and then all will be right with the World."
Matt stares straight ahead and looks down at his now bare waist.
"And I swear to you, if I see the same ref this time, I'll take him out and you can send his son down. Maybe seeing his father get what is coming to him, will make him realize that it is never a good idea to screw with the champion. That wasn't the only bullshit I had to deal with that night though. No, the dickbag who had been doing those stupid little videos, finally showed up. Everyone cheered and applauded and I felt like I was going to throw up. As if it wasn't bad enough that Yujiro had just stolen my title, now I had another self righteous asshole telling me how I was supposed to act."
Matt shakes his head and looks close to throwing up, but holds back.
"What did you want me to do Adrien? Tell them all that they're fucking special? Tell them all that they're great? Kiss their god damn boo boos and act like their mommy? That's not my job. That's not a champions job. My job was to go out there and be the best damn wrestler on this planet, night after night. That's how I represented this company, that's how I lead this locker room. If you don't understand that, I feel sorry for every single company you were ever champion of."
Matt stops, takes a deep breath and pulls up a black metal folding chair.
"You want to know why I didn't worry about whoever was posting up those stupid videos? Because I was busy being the greatest champion this company ever has or ever will know. Some other asshole trying to make an impact by coming after me, it wasn't a big concern. I'd dealt with that time and time again, weathered the storm, and I knew that I would do it again regardless of who it was. Lo and behold, it was the dropkick king. Yea, I know who you are and what you have done Adrien. Some big wins, some great matches, some nice title reigns. Mark Storm had those as well. Jenson Idol, same thing. Grey Malone, you guessed it, same thing. You know what happened to all three of them? They ended up gone, while I remained. Challengers came and went. Contenders showed up and either got defeated by me or were smart enough to realize that they eventually would be, and they ran away. You're wrong to say that I don't care about what titles you've held in the past. I just don't see it as a reason that i have to automatically kiss your ass. You're coming to my company, you're gunning for me, I'm the one you need to show the god damn respect to."
Matt looks back down at his waist and sighs slightly before he looks up.
"Now we come to the thief, the coward, the false champion, Yujiro Fujiwara. They're calling this a championship rematch for me, but that's not what it really is. If anything, it's a continuation of the two out of three falls match. It's a chance for you to really prove yourself. Because you know as well as I do that I kicked out of that damn powerbomb. Even if you won't admit it, you know it deep down in your soul. You know that you didn't make me tap out to that arm bar. Again. you might not admit it, not even to your wife, but when you're all alone, when the night is still, all the lights are out and you're staring up at the ceiling, you question if you truly deserve to have that title. I can answer that question for you Yujiwara. You don't. Even if you want to claim one of those tainted victories, even if you want to believe with everything inside of you that Champagne Dreams got you the three count. Even if you want so desperately to believe that you actually caused me so much pain that I passed out... You can't claim each of those. You can't say that you defeated me twice. If you can, well then you're not the kind of man or competitor that I thought you were."
Matt stands up for a second, turns the chair around and faces the back towards the camera before he sits in, leaning in close.
"Yujiro, I urge you to go to Devlin Scott, admit that the ref screwed me, and hand over the title. If you do that, you still get the title match. As I said, we can consider it a continuation. You still get the title match, but I won't go out there with the intent to break you. I want go out there with the sole purpose of shattering you knee or your elbow or your femur or your shoulder. If you go to Devlin Scott and do the right thing, have your tainted win stricken from the record books and these past days added to my record, I will not completely and utterly destroy you. If you don't, if you continue with this charade, if you continue to parade around with my title, if you insist on being introduced as the champion, I can assure you that I will put you through the worst torture you have ever experienced. I will make sure that our time inside the ring, is filled with agonizing pain for you. I will make sure that by the time that bell rings to signal my victory, you are so beaten, battered, bloody and bruised, that even if you were ever going to be physically capable of stepping inside a ring again, the mental anguish will be too much. If you do not go to Devlin Scott and relinquish your claim to MY title, I will make sure that any time you ever see a wrestling ring, you will become so scared, so terrified, so filled with dread, that you will curl in to the fetal position and lose all ability to function within society. This is my one and only warning to you Yujiro. Do the right thing and return to me, my stolen property."
Matt stares straight ahead for a few seconds as a sadistic smile comes across his face right as the scene fades.
"Beset my enemies, plagued by rivals, that's where I find myself now."
Matthew Shields keeps his back to the camera as he speaks. He stops, shakes his head and turns around, his hair slightly unkempt, no shirt on under his jacket, simple dark blue jeans on as he looks straight ahead.
"So where the hell do we start? There's so many elephants in the damn room that this might as well be a god damned zoo. Yujiro Fujiwara, Adrien Cochrane, the biased asshole ref. Maybe I should talk about the fact that Devlin Scott is actually acknowledging Yujiro as the champion despite all the bullshit. Let's go ahead and start right there. This message is for you Devlin. I want you to listen very well, because while Yujiro may hold that title right now, it is mine. Just because he has physical possession of that belt, doesn't make it his. I am the only man worthy of being called Redemption Wrestling Heavyweight Champion. Sooner or later, that belt will return to it's rightful place around my waist, and then all will be right with the World."
Matt stares straight ahead and looks down at his now bare waist.
"And I swear to you, if I see the same ref this time, I'll take him out and you can send his son down. Maybe seeing his father get what is coming to him, will make him realize that it is never a good idea to screw with the champion. That wasn't the only bullshit I had to deal with that night though. No, the dickbag who had been doing those stupid little videos, finally showed up. Everyone cheered and applauded and I felt like I was going to throw up. As if it wasn't bad enough that Yujiro had just stolen my title, now I had another self righteous asshole telling me how I was supposed to act."
Matt shakes his head and looks close to throwing up, but holds back.
"What did you want me to do Adrien? Tell them all that they're fucking special? Tell them all that they're great? Kiss their god damn boo boos and act like their mommy? That's not my job. That's not a champions job. My job was to go out there and be the best damn wrestler on this planet, night after night. That's how I represented this company, that's how I lead this locker room. If you don't understand that, I feel sorry for every single company you were ever champion of."
Matt stops, takes a deep breath and pulls up a black metal folding chair.
"You want to know why I didn't worry about whoever was posting up those stupid videos? Because I was busy being the greatest champion this company ever has or ever will know. Some other asshole trying to make an impact by coming after me, it wasn't a big concern. I'd dealt with that time and time again, weathered the storm, and I knew that I would do it again regardless of who it was. Lo and behold, it was the dropkick king. Yea, I know who you are and what you have done Adrien. Some big wins, some great matches, some nice title reigns. Mark Storm had those as well. Jenson Idol, same thing. Grey Malone, you guessed it, same thing. You know what happened to all three of them? They ended up gone, while I remained. Challengers came and went. Contenders showed up and either got defeated by me or were smart enough to realize that they eventually would be, and they ran away. You're wrong to say that I don't care about what titles you've held in the past. I just don't see it as a reason that i have to automatically kiss your ass. You're coming to my company, you're gunning for me, I'm the one you need to show the god damn respect to."
Matt looks back down at his waist and sighs slightly before he looks up.
"Now we come to the thief, the coward, the false champion, Yujiro Fujiwara. They're calling this a championship rematch for me, but that's not what it really is. If anything, it's a continuation of the two out of three falls match. It's a chance for you to really prove yourself. Because you know as well as I do that I kicked out of that damn powerbomb. Even if you won't admit it, you know it deep down in your soul. You know that you didn't make me tap out to that arm bar. Again. you might not admit it, not even to your wife, but when you're all alone, when the night is still, all the lights are out and you're staring up at the ceiling, you question if you truly deserve to have that title. I can answer that question for you Yujiwara. You don't. Even if you want to claim one of those tainted victories, even if you want to believe with everything inside of you that Champagne Dreams got you the three count. Even if you want so desperately to believe that you actually caused me so much pain that I passed out... You can't claim each of those. You can't say that you defeated me twice. If you can, well then you're not the kind of man or competitor that I thought you were."
Matt stands up for a second, turns the chair around and faces the back towards the camera before he sits in, leaning in close.
"Yujiro, I urge you to go to Devlin Scott, admit that the ref screwed me, and hand over the title. If you do that, you still get the title match. As I said, we can consider it a continuation. You still get the title match, but I won't go out there with the intent to break you. I want go out there with the sole purpose of shattering you knee or your elbow or your femur or your shoulder. If you go to Devlin Scott and do the right thing, have your tainted win stricken from the record books and these past days added to my record, I will not completely and utterly destroy you. If you don't, if you continue with this charade, if you continue to parade around with my title, if you insist on being introduced as the champion, I can assure you that I will put you through the worst torture you have ever experienced. I will make sure that our time inside the ring, is filled with agonizing pain for you. I will make sure that by the time that bell rings to signal my victory, you are so beaten, battered, bloody and bruised, that even if you were ever going to be physically capable of stepping inside a ring again, the mental anguish will be too much. If you do not go to Devlin Scott and relinquish your claim to MY title, I will make sure that any time you ever see a wrestling ring, you will become so scared, so terrified, so filled with dread, that you will curl in to the fetal position and lose all ability to function within society. This is my one and only warning to you Yujiro. Do the right thing and return to me, my stolen property."
Matt stares straight ahead for a few seconds as a sadistic smile comes across his face right as the scene fades.