Post by Deleted on Nov 19, 2016 14:05:49 GMT -5
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"So your Kunzai's new errand boy, huh Shang?"
Matthew Shields sits across from a stone faced Asian man. He's somewhat imposing, shaved head, a light bit of stubble on his unflinching face, and even though he's fairly short, he's heavily muscled up.
"You just gonna sit there and look angry, or are you going to say anything."
Shang continues to sit there for a few more seconds until a small Asian woman comes to the table they're sitting at and sits down two cups of tea. Shang gives her a slight bow, then takes a sip of his tea. His expression changes slightly after the tea, with what looks like it might be a smile, slowly coming across his face.
"Always the smart mouth with you, Matthew. Still, I am glad you found the time to meet with me. Finally, you are without your new lady friend. What was her name again? Veronica? Vanessa? Oh wait, Victoria. She is quite the beauty."
"You keep her name out of your mouth and your thoughts, Shang. This is between me and Kunzai."
"Oh you misunderstand me, Matthew. A smart mouth and a hot head are not a good combination."
"I didn't come for philosophical bullshit, Shang. What the hell does Kunzai want?"
"Our newest... acquisition, he expressed that you spoke about slowing down your work for us."
"Yea, I have some cunt ass neighbors and at least one of them called the police because I look like a murderer apparently."
"Well, I would not want you living next door to me. Than again, I did attend a few of your parties over in Japan. So much debauchery."
"Yea Shang, I like alcohol and women."
"And pain, the thing with the handcuffs and the three ladies with the whips and riding crop."
"Yes, things got a little weird sometimes, let's move the fuck on and talk business."
"Fair enough. Kunzai understand your particular predicament at this time. He has agreed that you can halt your operations until the end of the year."
"What's the catch here?"
"Well, you will be gone for the entirety of January and February, correct?"
"Most likely I will just stay in Japan for the entire tour, yes."
"Perfect, while you are gone, we will have a team come in and redo your house to make it more... accessible for our needs. When you return, you will sell us the house for one dollar."
Matt stares across the table at Shang and grabs the fork beside him, ready to stab the somewhat imposing Asian gentleman.
"A dollar? You're fucking joking, right?"
"I assure you, Kunzai does not joke about these things. Now, this deal does work out for you though. The debt you have with us, this will square things."
Matt loosens his grip on the fork and runs his finger along the rim of the tea cup he has yet to touch.
"Square things? So I do this and we're done? I don't have to worry about you or Kunzai or Jun or Ichi or anyone?"
"Well, unless you screw up again while you're over in Japan."
"No, I'm done with you assholes. I'll leave the keys for your people when I leave for Japan."
"Wonderful. I am very happy that we reached this agreement."
Shang offers his hand to Matt, but Matt just downs his tea, stands up, and starts to walk away. He's almost gone when Shang grabs his arm and pulls him down where they're eye to eye.
"I would shake my hand if I were you. You would not want Kunzai to hear that you were disrespectful, would you?"
Matt thinks about punching him for a second, but unclenches his fist, stands up and shakes Shang's hand, then slightly bows before he walks off.
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Matthew Shields sits in a simple black backwards facing folding chair. His Redemption Wrestling Heavyweight title is hung over the back of the chair as he hunches over slightly and stares straight ahead at the camera.
"The greatest trick the devil ever pulled, was convincing the World he didn't exist."
Matt stays completely still and continues staring forward in to the camera for a few seconds.
"The devil doesn't go around announcing himself. He doesn't go around telling everyone who he is. He doesn't need to. Mikhail Reinhardt doesn't understand that. He seems to think that referring to himself as the devil, is somehow going to scare people. Maybe it will work on some, the weak minded and pathetic. Myself though, I see through all of that bullshit. Mikhail, a truly evil man, doesn't have to make it some kind of hashtag or nickname. He doesn't have to go around making sure that everyone hears about how evil he is. He simply lets his actions speak for him. That's something I have yet to see from you. I've been waiting too. I was thinking that maybe there was someone in this company that I could respect, that I might have something in common with. You came in, and for a few seconds I thought, perhaps here is a worthy challenger. Sadly, you have been nothing but a let down since your arrival."
Matt sighs and shakes his head, then looks down at his title.
"Do you want to know why this match was booked? It's not because Devlin Scott thought it would be fun to have a battle between two evil men. It's not because anyone sees you as a potential challenger for my title. It's not even to see if we end up tearing each other apart and in the process gain respect for each other and form some kind of strange partnership that can be exploited in some Heavyweight champion versus tag champions scenario. No no no, it's because he wants a match where no one will interfere or walk out, and he knows that nobody cares enough about you, to mess with this match. He's tired of people screwing up matches to make some statement against me, and he knows that nobody will bother ruining this match. No, they'll just let it play out exactly like it's supposed to. Me, beating the hell out of you and either planting you in the middle of the ring and then pinning you, or me snapping your arm in the middle of the ring and making you tap out. Those are the only two scenarios for how this ends, and it's solely up to me. The only certainty is that the false devil, falls at the feet of greatness."
Shields continues staring straight ahead as he picks up his title and raises it high before walking off as the camera fades out.
"So your Kunzai's new errand boy, huh Shang?"
Matthew Shields sits across from a stone faced Asian man. He's somewhat imposing, shaved head, a light bit of stubble on his unflinching face, and even though he's fairly short, he's heavily muscled up.
"You just gonna sit there and look angry, or are you going to say anything."
Shang continues to sit there for a few more seconds until a small Asian woman comes to the table they're sitting at and sits down two cups of tea. Shang gives her a slight bow, then takes a sip of his tea. His expression changes slightly after the tea, with what looks like it might be a smile, slowly coming across his face.
"Always the smart mouth with you, Matthew. Still, I am glad you found the time to meet with me. Finally, you are without your new lady friend. What was her name again? Veronica? Vanessa? Oh wait, Victoria. She is quite the beauty."
"You keep her name out of your mouth and your thoughts, Shang. This is between me and Kunzai."
"Oh you misunderstand me, Matthew. A smart mouth and a hot head are not a good combination."
"I didn't come for philosophical bullshit, Shang. What the hell does Kunzai want?"
"Our newest... acquisition, he expressed that you spoke about slowing down your work for us."
"Yea, I have some cunt ass neighbors and at least one of them called the police because I look like a murderer apparently."
"Well, I would not want you living next door to me. Than again, I did attend a few of your parties over in Japan. So much debauchery."
"Yea Shang, I like alcohol and women."
"And pain, the thing with the handcuffs and the three ladies with the whips and riding crop."
"Yes, things got a little weird sometimes, let's move the fuck on and talk business."
"Fair enough. Kunzai understand your particular predicament at this time. He has agreed that you can halt your operations until the end of the year."
"What's the catch here?"
"Well, you will be gone for the entirety of January and February, correct?"
"Most likely I will just stay in Japan for the entire tour, yes."
"Perfect, while you are gone, we will have a team come in and redo your house to make it more... accessible for our needs. When you return, you will sell us the house for one dollar."
Matt stares across the table at Shang and grabs the fork beside him, ready to stab the somewhat imposing Asian gentleman.
"A dollar? You're fucking joking, right?"
"I assure you, Kunzai does not joke about these things. Now, this deal does work out for you though. The debt you have with us, this will square things."
Matt loosens his grip on the fork and runs his finger along the rim of the tea cup he has yet to touch.
"Square things? So I do this and we're done? I don't have to worry about you or Kunzai or Jun or Ichi or anyone?"
"Well, unless you screw up again while you're over in Japan."
"No, I'm done with you assholes. I'll leave the keys for your people when I leave for Japan."
"Wonderful. I am very happy that we reached this agreement."
Shang offers his hand to Matt, but Matt just downs his tea, stands up, and starts to walk away. He's almost gone when Shang grabs his arm and pulls him down where they're eye to eye.
"I would shake my hand if I were you. You would not want Kunzai to hear that you were disrespectful, would you?"
Matt thinks about punching him for a second, but unclenches his fist, stands up and shakes Shang's hand, then slightly bows before he walks off.
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Matthew Shields sits in a simple black backwards facing folding chair. His Redemption Wrestling Heavyweight title is hung over the back of the chair as he hunches over slightly and stares straight ahead at the camera.
"The greatest trick the devil ever pulled, was convincing the World he didn't exist."
Matt stays completely still and continues staring forward in to the camera for a few seconds.
"The devil doesn't go around announcing himself. He doesn't go around telling everyone who he is. He doesn't need to. Mikhail Reinhardt doesn't understand that. He seems to think that referring to himself as the devil, is somehow going to scare people. Maybe it will work on some, the weak minded and pathetic. Myself though, I see through all of that bullshit. Mikhail, a truly evil man, doesn't have to make it some kind of hashtag or nickname. He doesn't have to go around making sure that everyone hears about how evil he is. He simply lets his actions speak for him. That's something I have yet to see from you. I've been waiting too. I was thinking that maybe there was someone in this company that I could respect, that I might have something in common with. You came in, and for a few seconds I thought, perhaps here is a worthy challenger. Sadly, you have been nothing but a let down since your arrival."
Matt sighs and shakes his head, then looks down at his title.
"Do you want to know why this match was booked? It's not because Devlin Scott thought it would be fun to have a battle between two evil men. It's not because anyone sees you as a potential challenger for my title. It's not even to see if we end up tearing each other apart and in the process gain respect for each other and form some kind of strange partnership that can be exploited in some Heavyweight champion versus tag champions scenario. No no no, it's because he wants a match where no one will interfere or walk out, and he knows that nobody cares enough about you, to mess with this match. He's tired of people screwing up matches to make some statement against me, and he knows that nobody will bother ruining this match. No, they'll just let it play out exactly like it's supposed to. Me, beating the hell out of you and either planting you in the middle of the ring and then pinning you, or me snapping your arm in the middle of the ring and making you tap out. Those are the only two scenarios for how this ends, and it's solely up to me. The only certainty is that the false devil, falls at the feet of greatness."
Shields continues staring straight ahead as he picks up his title and raises it high before walking off as the camera fades out.
