Post by Deleted on Sept 13, 2017 16:13:16 GMT -5
Matthew Shields stands in a brightly lit room, large white canvases are draped across the walls and in the middle of a room is an oversized pale blue chair. He is dressed in jeans and a black sleeveless #BELIEVE shirt on. He looks at the camera with a wide smile, appearing to mock Adrien Cochrane a bit.
"Do you all like my shirt? Do you all believe in me? Do you all believe in what I say? Do you all believe in the completely empty and meaningless hashtag I push on you week after week?"
The smile disappears as he rips the shirt off, tosses it to the ground and starts stomping it. He rips down the white canvases to reveal black walls, then turns the chair over in a fit of rage. He picks up the ripped shirt and holds the now tattered rag up. The bright blue letters are now dingy and dirty.
"That's all that Adrien Cochrane has for you people. That's all that Adrien Cochrane is. A shallow meaningless hashtag that you idiots blindly follow. What is that you actually believe in? A narcissist? What else do you call a man who spends months putting out videos to hype himself up, and then steals the spotlight from someone else? Adrien, you robber Yujiro Fujiwara of his moment of triumph, not once, but twice. His victories were complete bullshit, they shouldn't stand, I should still be champion, and it should be myself and Kayla at Convergence in the match of the century, but that's not the point right now. Even though his wins were ill gotten, it was still his moment to shine. It was his time in the spotlight, but you just couldn't have that. You couldn't bear the thought of another crowd favorite, getting more of their love and admiration than you. You had to be the center of attention. You had to be the hero who slayed the evil king. You had to make sure that everyone saw you and believed in your bullshit."
He looks down at the word on the ripped up t-shirt and just shakes his head in disgust.
"Adrien, if you really want to see a villain, look in a god damned mirror. You're a narcissist, a con man, and a truly awful human being. You didn't come here to right some wrongs or teach me a lesson. You came here because you needed a new crowd to leech off. You came here because you needed new people to trick in to following you. You came here because you needed new people to fall for your good guy routine. You sit there and talk about how I'm this horrible person, what because I don't kiss the asses of all the other people on the roster, while simultaneously only focusing on myself? Since you stepped foot in this company, all you have done is talked about what YOU were going to do. I'M going to beat Matt Shields. I'M going to stop the Destroyers. I'M going to be a champion they can be proud of. I'M going to be the hero. It's always about you Adrien, but you make people think you're doing it for them. I am at least honest with my motives. I am at least honest with those fans and everyone in the back. I am out for myself and The Destroyers. I don't pretend to care about John Blade or Alechs Aurellio or Anton Chase or Rebel Ink or anyone that isn't me or Kayla or Coda or Tillman."
Matt looks at the hashtag on the shirt one more time, then tosses it away.
"Let's move on though Adrien. We can ignore you boisterous and braggadocious arrival in to my company. We can ignore how you came in here and just decided you were a main event level guy. We can ignore that you can't seem to keep an ally to save your life. We can ignore all of that and just focus on recent history. Now I'm sure that a lot of people ignored this tweet from Kayla."
He pulls out his phone, scrolls for a few seconds then holds it up to the camera.
@broken_Shields and I will be autographing and selling the customised ring masks from the event on eBay with money going towards the fund.
He puts his phone back in his pocket and looks straight ahead.
"Hmm, funny how the evil vile bastard is not only giving fans an opportunity to have a one of a kind collectible, but he's also giving all the money earned from that to a worthy cause. You want to know something even more funny, this hateful son of a bitch, gave a quarter of a million dollars to disaster relief charities that are actually doing some good, unlike those red cross assholes who are just as much of a fraud as Adrien Cochrane. More than just the money though, I sent down five hundred cases of water, two tons of non perishable food, and supplies to help fix people's homes. What have you done Adrien? Sent out a few tweets and prayers? Remembered how bad YOU had it way back when a hurricane hit where you lived? You tried to make a disaster about you and hid it as knowing how those people felt. You would think someone who knows what it's like would do a whole lot more, but it sure as hell doesn't seem like that's gonna happen. It's exactly why I say this"
He grabs the camera and pulls it down to the #BELIEVE on the shirt
"Is bullshit. You are no hero Adrien. You are a fake, a fraud, a con man. Deep down, you only care about yourself and the attention that these people give you. You act all high and mighty because you need to feel good about yourself. Adrien, when I look at you, all I see is a man that knows what a despicable piece of shit he really is, but he can't accept it. You make these people think you care about them, but all Adrien Cochrane cares about, is Adrien fucking Cochrane. I am going to enjoy beating your self righteous ass at Convergance. I am going to love every single second of dragging your face across that steel cage and making you bleed. i am going to revel in every single thud and crash as I slam you against the unforgiving steel of that cage. When it is all said and done Adrien, I am going to look down at your broken mangled body, I will laugh, I will look out at that crowd, and I will gleefully tell them that their hero is nothing."
Matt looks down at the shirt and spits on it before he walks off, leaving the final image of the dirty ripped up shirt covered in his spit and hate.
"Do you all like my shirt? Do you all believe in me? Do you all believe in what I say? Do you all believe in the completely empty and meaningless hashtag I push on you week after week?"
The smile disappears as he rips the shirt off, tosses it to the ground and starts stomping it. He rips down the white canvases to reveal black walls, then turns the chair over in a fit of rage. He picks up the ripped shirt and holds the now tattered rag up. The bright blue letters are now dingy and dirty.
"That's all that Adrien Cochrane has for you people. That's all that Adrien Cochrane is. A shallow meaningless hashtag that you idiots blindly follow. What is that you actually believe in? A narcissist? What else do you call a man who spends months putting out videos to hype himself up, and then steals the spotlight from someone else? Adrien, you robber Yujiro Fujiwara of his moment of triumph, not once, but twice. His victories were complete bullshit, they shouldn't stand, I should still be champion, and it should be myself and Kayla at Convergence in the match of the century, but that's not the point right now. Even though his wins were ill gotten, it was still his moment to shine. It was his time in the spotlight, but you just couldn't have that. You couldn't bear the thought of another crowd favorite, getting more of their love and admiration than you. You had to be the center of attention. You had to be the hero who slayed the evil king. You had to make sure that everyone saw you and believed in your bullshit."
He looks down at the word on the ripped up t-shirt and just shakes his head in disgust.
"Adrien, if you really want to see a villain, look in a god damned mirror. You're a narcissist, a con man, and a truly awful human being. You didn't come here to right some wrongs or teach me a lesson. You came here because you needed a new crowd to leech off. You came here because you needed new people to trick in to following you. You came here because you needed new people to fall for your good guy routine. You sit there and talk about how I'm this horrible person, what because I don't kiss the asses of all the other people on the roster, while simultaneously only focusing on myself? Since you stepped foot in this company, all you have done is talked about what YOU were going to do. I'M going to beat Matt Shields. I'M going to stop the Destroyers. I'M going to be a champion they can be proud of. I'M going to be the hero. It's always about you Adrien, but you make people think you're doing it for them. I am at least honest with my motives. I am at least honest with those fans and everyone in the back. I am out for myself and The Destroyers. I don't pretend to care about John Blade or Alechs Aurellio or Anton Chase or Rebel Ink or anyone that isn't me or Kayla or Coda or Tillman."
Matt looks at the hashtag on the shirt one more time, then tosses it away.
"Let's move on though Adrien. We can ignore you boisterous and braggadocious arrival in to my company. We can ignore how you came in here and just decided you were a main event level guy. We can ignore that you can't seem to keep an ally to save your life. We can ignore all of that and just focus on recent history. Now I'm sure that a lot of people ignored this tweet from Kayla."
He pulls out his phone, scrolls for a few seconds then holds it up to the camera.
@broken_Shields and I will be autographing and selling the customised ring masks from the event on eBay with money going towards the fund.
Proceeds from this weekend's PPV #Convergence will go towards the rebuilding and relief funds for Harvey and Irma.
He puts his phone back in his pocket and looks straight ahead.
"Hmm, funny how the evil vile bastard is not only giving fans an opportunity to have a one of a kind collectible, but he's also giving all the money earned from that to a worthy cause. You want to know something even more funny, this hateful son of a bitch, gave a quarter of a million dollars to disaster relief charities that are actually doing some good, unlike those red cross assholes who are just as much of a fraud as Adrien Cochrane. More than just the money though, I sent down five hundred cases of water, two tons of non perishable food, and supplies to help fix people's homes. What have you done Adrien? Sent out a few tweets and prayers? Remembered how bad YOU had it way back when a hurricane hit where you lived? You tried to make a disaster about you and hid it as knowing how those people felt. You would think someone who knows what it's like would do a whole lot more, but it sure as hell doesn't seem like that's gonna happen. It's exactly why I say this"
He grabs the camera and pulls it down to the #BELIEVE on the shirt
"Is bullshit. You are no hero Adrien. You are a fake, a fraud, a con man. Deep down, you only care about yourself and the attention that these people give you. You act all high and mighty because you need to feel good about yourself. Adrien, when I look at you, all I see is a man that knows what a despicable piece of shit he really is, but he can't accept it. You make these people think you care about them, but all Adrien Cochrane cares about, is Adrien fucking Cochrane. I am going to enjoy beating your self righteous ass at Convergance. I am going to love every single second of dragging your face across that steel cage and making you bleed. i am going to revel in every single thud and crash as I slam you against the unforgiving steel of that cage. When it is all said and done Adrien, I am going to look down at your broken mangled body, I will laugh, I will look out at that crowd, and I will gleefully tell them that their hero is nothing."
Matt looks down at the shirt and spits on it before he walks off, leaving the final image of the dirty ripped up shirt covered in his spit and hate.
