Post by Deleted on Nov 25, 2017 0:49:20 GMT -5
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"ONCE MORE UNTO THE BREACH!"
Matthew Shields bellows out the words, causing them to echo through the empty gym. He stands in the middle of everything, his personal workout ring. It's had a slight redesign as the ropes are now wrapped in blue and the turnbuckles are adorned with the Redemption Wrestling logo. He stands there in a pair of black workout pants with wide blue stripes down each side and a RW > NGW t-shirt.
"Billy Danielson, Scotty Latimer, I would ask you if you know what those words mean or where they come from, but that would be akin to asking a ferret if he could speak French."
Shields rolls his eyes slightly as he walks over to one of the corners and decides to take a perch on the top turnbuckle.
"To explain it in simple terms for you fools, the phrase means, let's go again. Let's try this one more time. It comes from a very famous Shakespearean play. It's the beginning of a monologue where the speaker is rallying his troops for battle, for war, for another chance at conquest. It felt very appropriate considering the situation we find ourselves in. No doubt that the two of you are very unhappy with this match. You already got a win against us in a number one contenders match, yet now we're also the number one contenders. Clearly Devlin Scott doesn't actually give two shits about that stipulation on a match. At least now you two now have an idea how I felt when my Heavyweight title match was changed and the number one contenders match I had just won was rendered pointless. It's nowhere near as bad for you two assholes though. You had a tag team match for the titles, and you still have a tag team match for the titles. I had a singles match, and now I have a fatal four way match, and I'm double booked."
Matt shakes his head slightly, then looks over his shoulder for a second. He reaches back and raises up a big FUCK NGW sign. He holds it up for a few seconds then tosses it away.
"I'm sure that isn't that isn't the only thing that you're angry about in regards to this match though. You're thinking that you already beat us and should just be given the titles. You're realizing that you have to attempt to beat us again, and this time it's very unlikely that you'll have the advantage you did last time. It is quickly sinking in that The Jew Blazer will almost certainly not attack Jack before our match this time and that you will be facing the two best technical wrestlers on the planet, without one of them being handicapped. No doubt that you are slowly but surely starting to realize that you are completely and utterly fucked."
Matt gives the camera a smirk and flips the double birds.
"I say this, for many many reasons. One of the big ones though, is that both myself and Tillman are double booked on this show. What this means is that we are going to look to do as much damage possible, in the quickest time possible, with the least amount of exertion possible. You two will probably say that this favors you, and we'll be so focused on winning quick that we'll get sloppy."
Matt stops for a second and laughs slightly as he gives a simple shake of his head.
"Myself and Tillman don't get sloppy. We simply target a limb and destroy. We will be systematic and precise in tearing you apart. The research on both of you has been done. Seattle Pro matches, West Coast Genesis matches, Redemption Wrestling matches, we've studied you. We have studied our last match against the two of you. Spotted a few minor mistakes on our end. Spotted some very glaring mistakes on your end that we just weren't quite able to capitalize on. That will be a different story this time, as both of us will be at one hundred percent. No sneak attacks from jealous fake super heroes, no distractions, nothing to hinder us from destroying you and winning those tag team titles."
Matt stops and looks down at the mat for a few seconds.
"Tag Team Titles, that last word there is the second reason why the two of you should be scared. When it comes to titles and Redemption wrestling, The Destroyers have held championship gold for a combined five hundred and seventy eight days. When it comes to titles and Redemption wrestling, The Destroyers have recorded a combined twelve successful title defenses. You're probably going to say that Kayla and Coda aren't part of the match so we shouldn't use their accomplishments. That's fine. Let's just look at myself and Tillman. Myself and Jack Tillman have held championship gold for a combined three hundred and sixty three days. Myself and Jack Tillman have recorded a combined nine successful title defenses. In this company, when it comes to winning titles, The Destroyers are the measuring stick. Every single one of us has held championship gold in Redemption Wrestling. When Resurgence has come to a close, we will be hold the Heavyweight Title, The Five Lakes Title, The Young Lions Title, and the Tag Team Titles."
Matt hops down from the turnbuckle and walks around the ring for a few seconds.
"The two of you are standing between myself and Tillman and those tag team titles. The two of you are standing between the Destroyers and near complete domination of the title scene. Believe me, after we have gone through you idiots, your buddy Mason and that Spotlight title will be next on the hit list. Not gonna lie, that title and my inability to make it mine back in the IPW days, it's haunted me a little but. Right now though, it's about the tag team titles. It's about The Destroyers proving that we are the dominant group. It's about putting the Midnight Horsemen in their place. Plus, I really hate you guys. Your little group, that whole operation, it reminds me of somewhere else I can't stand, run by a fat glory hogging bastard. That's right, I'm talking about that red suited piece of shit."
Matt moves over to the ropes as he pushes the camera back, then down on to the ground, forcing the camera man to look up at him.
"The Midnight Horsemen are just like the damn North Pole. You got Billy Claus, the overrated asshole that wants all the glory for himself. Scotty the red nosed asshole, just clinging on to his one big moment. Coral Claus, the long suffering lone female that's only around because of her delicious cookies. Then of course, the real work horses of the group, the gigantic deformed elves, Mason Moore and Hammerstein. The whole operation is bullshit, yet people eat it up because you spread your BS around wherever you can. So boys and girls, here is the truth that mommy and daddy won't tell you. The Midnight Horsemen suck and Santa Claus is a bastard. The fat piece of shit has it so easy. One night out of the year, he slides his fat ass into a sleigh, forces eight reindeer to drive him around, breaks into people's houses, and leaves gifts that you little bastards care more about then what your parents spent their hard earned money on. Well, at least that would be the case if he wasn't just some made up character. That's right, Santa Claus is as real as the Midnight Horseman's chances of winning the tag team titles."
Matt holds up his right hand bringing his thumb and index finger together in the shape of a zero. He then raises his lft hand with a simple middle finger as the scene slowly fades.
"ONCE MORE UNTO THE BREACH!"
Matthew Shields bellows out the words, causing them to echo through the empty gym. He stands in the middle of everything, his personal workout ring. It's had a slight redesign as the ropes are now wrapped in blue and the turnbuckles are adorned with the Redemption Wrestling logo. He stands there in a pair of black workout pants with wide blue stripes down each side and a RW > NGW t-shirt.
"Billy Danielson, Scotty Latimer, I would ask you if you know what those words mean or where they come from, but that would be akin to asking a ferret if he could speak French."
Shields rolls his eyes slightly as he walks over to one of the corners and decides to take a perch on the top turnbuckle.
"To explain it in simple terms for you fools, the phrase means, let's go again. Let's try this one more time. It comes from a very famous Shakespearean play. It's the beginning of a monologue where the speaker is rallying his troops for battle, for war, for another chance at conquest. It felt very appropriate considering the situation we find ourselves in. No doubt that the two of you are very unhappy with this match. You already got a win against us in a number one contenders match, yet now we're also the number one contenders. Clearly Devlin Scott doesn't actually give two shits about that stipulation on a match. At least now you two now have an idea how I felt when my Heavyweight title match was changed and the number one contenders match I had just won was rendered pointless. It's nowhere near as bad for you two assholes though. You had a tag team match for the titles, and you still have a tag team match for the titles. I had a singles match, and now I have a fatal four way match, and I'm double booked."
Matt shakes his head slightly, then looks over his shoulder for a second. He reaches back and raises up a big FUCK NGW sign. He holds it up for a few seconds then tosses it away.
"I'm sure that isn't that isn't the only thing that you're angry about in regards to this match though. You're thinking that you already beat us and should just be given the titles. You're realizing that you have to attempt to beat us again, and this time it's very unlikely that you'll have the advantage you did last time. It is quickly sinking in that The Jew Blazer will almost certainly not attack Jack before our match this time and that you will be facing the two best technical wrestlers on the planet, without one of them being handicapped. No doubt that you are slowly but surely starting to realize that you are completely and utterly fucked."
Matt gives the camera a smirk and flips the double birds.
"I say this, for many many reasons. One of the big ones though, is that both myself and Tillman are double booked on this show. What this means is that we are going to look to do as much damage possible, in the quickest time possible, with the least amount of exertion possible. You two will probably say that this favors you, and we'll be so focused on winning quick that we'll get sloppy."
Matt stops for a second and laughs slightly as he gives a simple shake of his head.
"Myself and Tillman don't get sloppy. We simply target a limb and destroy. We will be systematic and precise in tearing you apart. The research on both of you has been done. Seattle Pro matches, West Coast Genesis matches, Redemption Wrestling matches, we've studied you. We have studied our last match against the two of you. Spotted a few minor mistakes on our end. Spotted some very glaring mistakes on your end that we just weren't quite able to capitalize on. That will be a different story this time, as both of us will be at one hundred percent. No sneak attacks from jealous fake super heroes, no distractions, nothing to hinder us from destroying you and winning those tag team titles."
Matt stops and looks down at the mat for a few seconds.
"Tag Team Titles, that last word there is the second reason why the two of you should be scared. When it comes to titles and Redemption wrestling, The Destroyers have held championship gold for a combined five hundred and seventy eight days. When it comes to titles and Redemption wrestling, The Destroyers have recorded a combined twelve successful title defenses. You're probably going to say that Kayla and Coda aren't part of the match so we shouldn't use their accomplishments. That's fine. Let's just look at myself and Tillman. Myself and Jack Tillman have held championship gold for a combined three hundred and sixty three days. Myself and Jack Tillman have recorded a combined nine successful title defenses. In this company, when it comes to winning titles, The Destroyers are the measuring stick. Every single one of us has held championship gold in Redemption Wrestling. When Resurgence has come to a close, we will be hold the Heavyweight Title, The Five Lakes Title, The Young Lions Title, and the Tag Team Titles."
Matt hops down from the turnbuckle and walks around the ring for a few seconds.
"The two of you are standing between myself and Tillman and those tag team titles. The two of you are standing between the Destroyers and near complete domination of the title scene. Believe me, after we have gone through you idiots, your buddy Mason and that Spotlight title will be next on the hit list. Not gonna lie, that title and my inability to make it mine back in the IPW days, it's haunted me a little but. Right now though, it's about the tag team titles. It's about The Destroyers proving that we are the dominant group. It's about putting the Midnight Horsemen in their place. Plus, I really hate you guys. Your little group, that whole operation, it reminds me of somewhere else I can't stand, run by a fat glory hogging bastard. That's right, I'm talking about that red suited piece of shit."
Matt moves over to the ropes as he pushes the camera back, then down on to the ground, forcing the camera man to look up at him.
"The Midnight Horsemen are just like the damn North Pole. You got Billy Claus, the overrated asshole that wants all the glory for himself. Scotty the red nosed asshole, just clinging on to his one big moment. Coral Claus, the long suffering lone female that's only around because of her delicious cookies. Then of course, the real work horses of the group, the gigantic deformed elves, Mason Moore and Hammerstein. The whole operation is bullshit, yet people eat it up because you spread your BS around wherever you can. So boys and girls, here is the truth that mommy and daddy won't tell you. The Midnight Horsemen suck and Santa Claus is a bastard. The fat piece of shit has it so easy. One night out of the year, he slides his fat ass into a sleigh, forces eight reindeer to drive him around, breaks into people's houses, and leaves gifts that you little bastards care more about then what your parents spent their hard earned money on. Well, at least that would be the case if he wasn't just some made up character. That's right, Santa Claus is as real as the Midnight Horseman's chances of winning the tag team titles."
Matt holds up his right hand bringing his thumb and index finger together in the shape of a zero. He then raises his lft hand with a simple middle finger as the scene slowly fades.
