Post by Deleted on Oct 13, 2017 16:38:03 GMT -5
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Matt Shields finds himself in a simple room, sitting in a simple black backwards facing metal folding chair. He's dressed in a very simple manner, black dress pants, and a long sleeve black shirt. His Knightmare King mask rest on top of his head, and he holds his black and blood kendo stick in his right hand, letting the end rest on the ground. He seems a bit more relaxed than normal, but the same fire and intensity is in his eyes as he looks straight ahead.
"The champion has a lot of people coming after... her. I remember the days when that phrase was said about me. I know what it feels like to have that target on your back. I know what it feels like to be the hunted. I know what it feels like to have people coming out of the wood work and trying to say they deserve a shot at your title. I also remember what it felt like to look out and not see a single worthy challenger. Luckily, Kayla doesn't have that problem right now. She has a target on her back, no doubt. There are people gunning for her and that title she's carrying. There are many people claiming they deserve a title shot, who really do not. In that regard, she knows exactly what I went through. She does however have a challenger who is worthy of facing her. It's not her opponent on Sunday. It's not the delusional, paranoid, schizo mess Johnny Maverick. It's not the asshole who can't get over her, Alex Jones. It's damn sure not that self righteous coward, Adien Conchrane. No, it's me. I am the only one that deserves to share a ring with my fiance. I am the only one that could possible give her the challenge that she deserves. I am the only one capable of giving her the kind of fight that she wants."
Me stops for a second and raises the kendo stick slightly as he winks at the camera and mouths the words 'I know what she needs'
"That is just one of the many reasons why I will be victorious on Sunday. Now now, some of you are probably thinking back to the first time I fought Alex Jones or Adrien Cochrane. Maybe you're just looking at the results and seeing that they won those matches. Look closer though, really think back on what happened. Neither of them pinned me, made me submit, knocked me out for a ten count or even kept me out of the ring for a ten count. No, both of their victories came as a result of disqualification. Both of them were gifted a win, because I had a point to prove and I deemed the loss as acceptable. When all was said and done, I was the one left standing tall. The other person in this fatal four way match, his first contest with me will not go the same way. For starters, there are no disqualifications in a match of this nature. More importantly, I can not allow him to record a win over me. I can not let someone like him, be the one to face Kayla. I say that, not out of fear of his ability or skill. Believe me, I have no doubt that Kayla would absolutely destroy that fool. No, I say that for selfish reasons. Obviously I want to win this match, but if he were to win and face Kayla..."
He stops once again and takes a deep breath as he starts to tap his kendo stick on the ground.
"She would have to touch him. She would have to punch him, kick him, slam him down in tho the mat. Her body at some point would have to come in to contact with his. Now as much as I love my gorgeous fiance, I truly don't know if I could touch someone who has touched Johnny Maverick. There may not be enough hot water, soap, purel, or bleach, for her to get rid of his filth upon her. Johnny Maverick is a disgusting, vile creature, and I am sickened to have to share a ring with him. My only solace, is that I might just be able to remove his head from his shoulders. If that does happen, and believe me when i tell you that I will do everything in my power to make it happen. If it does, I hope that Johnny has agreed to donate his brain to science afterwards. Those doctors may finally learn how a man with a brain the size of an orange, actually managed to form sentences. They've never been coherent sentences, but there was at least a structure to them. If you smoked a pound or two of weed, deprived your brain of oxygen for at least three minutes, and downed a bottle of your favorite alcohol, the one point five liter bottles, not the seven hundred and fifty milliliter ones, maybe you could begin to understand the things he prattles on about. So please Johnny, if you have not already done so, make sure that your brain is set to go to science upon your demise. I would hate for a potential medical breakthrough to be missed out on, just because you're a selfish, inconsiderate, idiotic, bastard."
Matt stops again, brings the kendo stick up to his right shoulder, then swings it like a baseball bat, aiming for the head of Johnny Maverick.
"Let's get back to Adrien Cochrane and Alex Jones though. Two men that I have shared the ring with before. In fact, I have two matches against each of them. My second match with Adrien happened very recently. No doubt that you all saw him scamper his way out of that cage and steal a win while my foot was trapped in the ropes. That's something he's actually taking pride in. He's wearing that as some great big feather in his cap. The supposed good guy, the hero, the role model, is planting his flag upon the act of a coward. If he was even half of the man that he claims to be, he would have stopped his climb, made sure that my foot was free and we would have continued to fight. He did not manage to knock me out and climb that cage. The fact that he made escape the only way to win, proves that he knew it would be impossible for him to pin me or make me submit. He hopes to use his speed, climb up out of that cage and say that he defeated the former champion, without actually defeating me. That is exactly what he did, with assistance from the ropes and an official who refused to do his job and free me from said ropes. Adrien does not have that advantage on Sunday, and he will quickly learn why he was a fool to ever step foot in to my house. I have a special tool I like to use to get rid of uninvited guests."
Matt gives the camera smirk as he reaches down and picks up a large axe. The two and half foot handle is wrapped in dark leather, the blade has clearly been recently sharpened and polished, and the end has a small re-creation of his mask attached to it. He runs the side of the blade across his face as he lets loose a devious laugh.
"Adrien isn't the only uninvited guest though. Alex Jones, the most unwanted of all. Some how, he not only wormed his way in to my company, but that little snake found a way in to a number one contender's match. It should make me angry. It should make me furious. It should fill me with a murderous rage. Want to know why it doesn't though? Because I think back to the last time me and Alex Jones were in a fatal four way match. I think back to the fact that it featured the at the time Heavyweight champion. I think back to the fact that in the middle of the ring, I locked in the Lesser Key of Shields. I think back to the fact that I was seconds away from breaking bones and snapping tendons. I think back to the fact that I was on the verge of ripping muscle away from bone. I think back to the fact that he tapped out. I think back to the fact that I locked in the most devastating submission in wrestling, and he was forced to give up. I think back to the fact that the last time I found myself in a ring with Alex Jones and two other competitors, I forced him to submit to my will. I think back to the fact that the last time I found myself in a ring with Alex Jones and two other competitors, I was the one who came out victorious. I think back on all of that, and I can't help but smile."
Matt flashes a grin towards the camera and lets both the axe and the kendo stick slip away from his grasp.
"The simple fact is, neither Adrien Cochrane or Alex Jones or Johnny Maverick, have ever pinned me, made me submit, knocked me out, or even got a count out win. They are incapable of beating me. They have never been, are not, and will never be my equals. The only man on this planet who might be, has my back. The Destroyers are the only ones capable of truly adding value to the titles they hold. The Destroyers are the only ones who truly deserve to be champions. The Destroyers are the only ones who are worthy of fighting for the Heavyweight title, and I will make damn sure that the next title match, is Destroyer versus Destroyer. Sometimes, you must destroy everything before you, in order to create something wonderful. I will destroy Adrien Cochrane, Alex Jones, and Johnny Maverick, then myself and Kayla will go on to have the most wonderful title match this company will ever bear witness to. Destroyers above all."
Matt raises his kendo stick high in the air as he lowers his mask down and looks straight ahead before everything fades to black.
Matt Shields finds himself in a simple room, sitting in a simple black backwards facing metal folding chair. He's dressed in a very simple manner, black dress pants, and a long sleeve black shirt. His Knightmare King mask rest on top of his head, and he holds his black and blood kendo stick in his right hand, letting the end rest on the ground. He seems a bit more relaxed than normal, but the same fire and intensity is in his eyes as he looks straight ahead.
"The champion has a lot of people coming after... her. I remember the days when that phrase was said about me. I know what it feels like to have that target on your back. I know what it feels like to be the hunted. I know what it feels like to have people coming out of the wood work and trying to say they deserve a shot at your title. I also remember what it felt like to look out and not see a single worthy challenger. Luckily, Kayla doesn't have that problem right now. She has a target on her back, no doubt. There are people gunning for her and that title she's carrying. There are many people claiming they deserve a title shot, who really do not. In that regard, she knows exactly what I went through. She does however have a challenger who is worthy of facing her. It's not her opponent on Sunday. It's not the delusional, paranoid, schizo mess Johnny Maverick. It's not the asshole who can't get over her, Alex Jones. It's damn sure not that self righteous coward, Adien Conchrane. No, it's me. I am the only one that deserves to share a ring with my fiance. I am the only one that could possible give her the challenge that she deserves. I am the only one capable of giving her the kind of fight that she wants."
Me stops for a second and raises the kendo stick slightly as he winks at the camera and mouths the words 'I know what she needs'
"That is just one of the many reasons why I will be victorious on Sunday. Now now, some of you are probably thinking back to the first time I fought Alex Jones or Adrien Cochrane. Maybe you're just looking at the results and seeing that they won those matches. Look closer though, really think back on what happened. Neither of them pinned me, made me submit, knocked me out for a ten count or even kept me out of the ring for a ten count. No, both of their victories came as a result of disqualification. Both of them were gifted a win, because I had a point to prove and I deemed the loss as acceptable. When all was said and done, I was the one left standing tall. The other person in this fatal four way match, his first contest with me will not go the same way. For starters, there are no disqualifications in a match of this nature. More importantly, I can not allow him to record a win over me. I can not let someone like him, be the one to face Kayla. I say that, not out of fear of his ability or skill. Believe me, I have no doubt that Kayla would absolutely destroy that fool. No, I say that for selfish reasons. Obviously I want to win this match, but if he were to win and face Kayla..."
He stops once again and takes a deep breath as he starts to tap his kendo stick on the ground.
"She would have to touch him. She would have to punch him, kick him, slam him down in tho the mat. Her body at some point would have to come in to contact with his. Now as much as I love my gorgeous fiance, I truly don't know if I could touch someone who has touched Johnny Maverick. There may not be enough hot water, soap, purel, or bleach, for her to get rid of his filth upon her. Johnny Maverick is a disgusting, vile creature, and I am sickened to have to share a ring with him. My only solace, is that I might just be able to remove his head from his shoulders. If that does happen, and believe me when i tell you that I will do everything in my power to make it happen. If it does, I hope that Johnny has agreed to donate his brain to science afterwards. Those doctors may finally learn how a man with a brain the size of an orange, actually managed to form sentences. They've never been coherent sentences, but there was at least a structure to them. If you smoked a pound or two of weed, deprived your brain of oxygen for at least three minutes, and downed a bottle of your favorite alcohol, the one point five liter bottles, not the seven hundred and fifty milliliter ones, maybe you could begin to understand the things he prattles on about. So please Johnny, if you have not already done so, make sure that your brain is set to go to science upon your demise. I would hate for a potential medical breakthrough to be missed out on, just because you're a selfish, inconsiderate, idiotic, bastard."
Matt stops again, brings the kendo stick up to his right shoulder, then swings it like a baseball bat, aiming for the head of Johnny Maverick.
"Let's get back to Adrien Cochrane and Alex Jones though. Two men that I have shared the ring with before. In fact, I have two matches against each of them. My second match with Adrien happened very recently. No doubt that you all saw him scamper his way out of that cage and steal a win while my foot was trapped in the ropes. That's something he's actually taking pride in. He's wearing that as some great big feather in his cap. The supposed good guy, the hero, the role model, is planting his flag upon the act of a coward. If he was even half of the man that he claims to be, he would have stopped his climb, made sure that my foot was free and we would have continued to fight. He did not manage to knock me out and climb that cage. The fact that he made escape the only way to win, proves that he knew it would be impossible for him to pin me or make me submit. He hopes to use his speed, climb up out of that cage and say that he defeated the former champion, without actually defeating me. That is exactly what he did, with assistance from the ropes and an official who refused to do his job and free me from said ropes. Adrien does not have that advantage on Sunday, and he will quickly learn why he was a fool to ever step foot in to my house. I have a special tool I like to use to get rid of uninvited guests."
Matt gives the camera smirk as he reaches down and picks up a large axe. The two and half foot handle is wrapped in dark leather, the blade has clearly been recently sharpened and polished, and the end has a small re-creation of his mask attached to it. He runs the side of the blade across his face as he lets loose a devious laugh.
"Adrien isn't the only uninvited guest though. Alex Jones, the most unwanted of all. Some how, he not only wormed his way in to my company, but that little snake found a way in to a number one contender's match. It should make me angry. It should make me furious. It should fill me with a murderous rage. Want to know why it doesn't though? Because I think back to the last time me and Alex Jones were in a fatal four way match. I think back to the fact that it featured the at the time Heavyweight champion. I think back to the fact that in the middle of the ring, I locked in the Lesser Key of Shields. I think back to the fact that I was seconds away from breaking bones and snapping tendons. I think back to the fact that I was on the verge of ripping muscle away from bone. I think back to the fact that he tapped out. I think back to the fact that I locked in the most devastating submission in wrestling, and he was forced to give up. I think back to the fact that the last time I found myself in a ring with Alex Jones and two other competitors, I forced him to submit to my will. I think back to the fact that the last time I found myself in a ring with Alex Jones and two other competitors, I was the one who came out victorious. I think back on all of that, and I can't help but smile."
Matt flashes a grin towards the camera and lets both the axe and the kendo stick slip away from his grasp.
"The simple fact is, neither Adrien Cochrane or Alex Jones or Johnny Maverick, have ever pinned me, made me submit, knocked me out, or even got a count out win. They are incapable of beating me. They have never been, are not, and will never be my equals. The only man on this planet who might be, has my back. The Destroyers are the only ones capable of truly adding value to the titles they hold. The Destroyers are the only ones who truly deserve to be champions. The Destroyers are the only ones who are worthy of fighting for the Heavyweight title, and I will make damn sure that the next title match, is Destroyer versus Destroyer. Sometimes, you must destroy everything before you, in order to create something wonderful. I will destroy Adrien Cochrane, Alex Jones, and Johnny Maverick, then myself and Kayla will go on to have the most wonderful title match this company will ever bear witness to. Destroyers above all."
Matt raises his kendo stick high in the air as he lowers his mask down and looks straight ahead before everything fades to black.
