Post by Deleted on Oct 23, 2016 16:39:43 GMT -5
*****OFF CAMERA*****
"DALLAS POLICE, WE NEED YOU TO OPEN THE DOOR SIR."
After about ten seconds, the door opens and there stands Matthew Shields, clad in a pair of black athletic shorts, and nothing else.
"Can I help you?"
"I'm officer Burns, this is officer Barnes. We've had some reports about suspicious activity at this house, do you mind if we come in and have a look around?"
"Suspicious activity, what the hell are you talking about?"
"A concerned citizen called in and reported some... things that seemed abnormal."
"Was it the douchebag to the left or the fat cunt to the right?"
"Sir, that's not the matter at hand. We need to come inside and have a look around."
"Do you have a warrant?"
"No, but the call suggested that"
"What did I suggest, that I'm some kind of crazy lunatic cutting people up or making bombs or some other bullshit. Jesus tap dancing Christ, a guy has a beard and a couple of fucking tattoos and suddenly he's Charlie God damned Manson?"
"Alright, we're coming in, step aside sir."
"Nope, you get a warrant, and then you can come in."
"Get out of the fucking way right now."
Officer Barnes talks and puts his hand on his gun as he does. Matt thinks of saying something more, but just sighs and steps aside.
"Fuck it, I ain't got shit to hide."
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Matthew Shields sits in a backwards facing chair, head slightly hung down as the camera begins recording.
"Stupidity... That's the only word that comes to mind when I think about this tag match coming up at Glory. Taking two people who have a massive disdain for almost everyone they meet, and expecting them to work together... stupidity. Putting people like John Blade and Mark Storm in a main event match... stupidity. Calling Mark Storm a contender after he lost the title match, and then lost a non title match to me... stupidity. Every single thing that comes out of John Blade's mouth... stupidity."
He shakes his head in disgust for a few seconds before he grabs his title up from the ground. He drapes it over the back of the chair and stares forward.
"They're calling this match Champions versus contenders, but what in the World makes Mark Storm worthy of being a contender for my title? He lost at Zero Hour, and then he tapped out in our last match. He didn't get caught in a quick pin, I didn't use the ropes to get a three count, I didn't use a weapon to knock him out, none of that. I out wrestled him, focused in my attack on his arm, locked on a submission, and he tapped out in the middle of the ring. He gave up, he quit, he surrendered. That is not something that a man who deserves to be fighting for MY Heavyweight title, would ever do. As far as I'm concerned, Mark Storm damn sure isn't worthy of being a contender. Hell, he's not even worthy of being in the same ring as me. I would give the damn Jew Blazer a title match, before Mark Storm."
Matt grabs the title and slings it over his shoulder.
"It is something special to be allowed to fight for this title. I had to be better than seven other people to make this mine. Nobody else in this company can say they did what I did at Zero Hour, especially not Mark Storm. Of my two opponents at Glory, John Blade is more deserving of a title match. Even with the fact he won the New Generation title by default, and then lost it the very next week, at least he was a champion. All I can hope, is that after I defeat Mark Storm once again, the idea of him as a contender, is laid to rest once and for all."
Shields stands up and raises the title high in the air before he walks off as the camera fades.
"DALLAS POLICE, WE NEED YOU TO OPEN THE DOOR SIR."
After about ten seconds, the door opens and there stands Matthew Shields, clad in a pair of black athletic shorts, and nothing else.
"Can I help you?"
"I'm officer Burns, this is officer Barnes. We've had some reports about suspicious activity at this house, do you mind if we come in and have a look around?"
"Suspicious activity, what the hell are you talking about?"
"A concerned citizen called in and reported some... things that seemed abnormal."
"Was it the douchebag to the left or the fat cunt to the right?"
"Sir, that's not the matter at hand. We need to come inside and have a look around."
"Do you have a warrant?"
"No, but the call suggested that"
"What did I suggest, that I'm some kind of crazy lunatic cutting people up or making bombs or some other bullshit. Jesus tap dancing Christ, a guy has a beard and a couple of fucking tattoos and suddenly he's Charlie God damned Manson?"
"Alright, we're coming in, step aside sir."
"Nope, you get a warrant, and then you can come in."
"Get out of the fucking way right now."
Officer Barnes talks and puts his hand on his gun as he does. Matt thinks of saying something more, but just sighs and steps aside.
"Fuck it, I ain't got shit to hide."
*****ON CAMERA*****
Matthew Shields sits in a backwards facing chair, head slightly hung down as the camera begins recording.
"Stupidity... That's the only word that comes to mind when I think about this tag match coming up at Glory. Taking two people who have a massive disdain for almost everyone they meet, and expecting them to work together... stupidity. Putting people like John Blade and Mark Storm in a main event match... stupidity. Calling Mark Storm a contender after he lost the title match, and then lost a non title match to me... stupidity. Every single thing that comes out of John Blade's mouth... stupidity."
He shakes his head in disgust for a few seconds before he grabs his title up from the ground. He drapes it over the back of the chair and stares forward.
"They're calling this match Champions versus contenders, but what in the World makes Mark Storm worthy of being a contender for my title? He lost at Zero Hour, and then he tapped out in our last match. He didn't get caught in a quick pin, I didn't use the ropes to get a three count, I didn't use a weapon to knock him out, none of that. I out wrestled him, focused in my attack on his arm, locked on a submission, and he tapped out in the middle of the ring. He gave up, he quit, he surrendered. That is not something that a man who deserves to be fighting for MY Heavyweight title, would ever do. As far as I'm concerned, Mark Storm damn sure isn't worthy of being a contender. Hell, he's not even worthy of being in the same ring as me. I would give the damn Jew Blazer a title match, before Mark Storm."
Matt grabs the title and slings it over his shoulder.
"It is something special to be allowed to fight for this title. I had to be better than seven other people to make this mine. Nobody else in this company can say they did what I did at Zero Hour, especially not Mark Storm. Of my two opponents at Glory, John Blade is more deserving of a title match. Even with the fact he won the New Generation title by default, and then lost it the very next week, at least he was a champion. All I can hope, is that after I defeat Mark Storm once again, the idea of him as a contender, is laid to rest once and for all."
Shields stands up and raises the title high in the air before he walks off as the camera fades.
