Post by Deleted on Mar 16, 2018 21:56:36 GMT -5
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Matt Shields stands in the middle of a lush green field. Behind him sits on old stone style cottage with a bit of smoke rising from the chimney. All around him sheep roam the grass, some stopping to get a bite of grass, some stopping to butt heads with another sheep, some stopping just to take a shit. Matt Shields leans down by one of those piles, doing his best to avoid the stench as he does.
"Now, you probably thinking that I'm about to compare Adrien Cochrane to this pile of shit. Or maybe that I'm going to compare Jessica Sears' taste in mean to this pile of shit. You're wrong on both accounts. I actually just felt like wasting your time and seeing if I could say pile of shit three times in less than a minute."
He stands back up straight, then smacks himself in the head, leans back down to the pile and smirks.
"I almost forgot, this pile of shit right here, even it would be a better heavyweight champion than Johnny god damned Maverick. Seriously, fuck that guy and fuck Amber for what she did."
He shakes his head in disgust as he stands back up and walks away from the large pile of shit, wanting to avoid the smell wafting through the air.
"So, if I'm not going to compare my opponent to a pile of sheep shit, why am I here in the middle of a sheep farm in some tiny ass Irish town? Well I came here to procure a few special items. When I found out that NGW was doing this awful European tour, I noticed Ireland was on there and this is one of the few places I do not hate. One of those reasons is that this farm is home to one of the greatest leather works to ever live. The sheep that live on this land, they produce some of the most luxurious wool, delicious meat, and exquisite leather. So months ago, I placed four orders for special leather jackets. All black, but each with a defining trait for the Destroyer that would be wearing them. For my soon to be brother in law, spikes adorning the arms carved from the bones and hooves of these sheep. For my tag team partner, the dog of war, the finest wolves fur will adorn the collar. For myself, tiny golden skulls around the wrists, and a special color hand painted to look blood splattered. For my queen, well that one gets to be a surprise."
He walks around the small farm a bit more, admiring the beauty of the land when a small weathered woman walks out carrying his jacket. He accepts it and gives her a simple hug before she goes in to put the finishing touches on the other jackets. He slips it on and it is a perfect fit.
"If you're watching this though, you don't care to hear about the gifts I got for my family. No, you are watching this in the hopes to hear me talk shit about Adrien Cochrane and Jessica Sears. Lord knows that I could do that for hours. I could talk about how both of them are horrible hypocrites. Adrien always telling me how awful I am and how my ego is a problem. Yet, he's the one who has stolen moments from other people. He is the one who came in and went straight after the heavyweight champion. He is the one who has made sure that everyone sees him as the leader of the Guardians. I may be an egomaniacal bastard, but at least I admit what I am. Adrien Cochrane lies and makes you all believe he's a good guy that actually cares about you. All he cares about is you cheering him and feeding his ego. Don't believe me, stop cheering for him and see how quickly he changes in order to get those cheers once again."
Matt looks down at the skulls that adorn the wrist of his jacket. He places his thumb on one and then begins counting, making sure there is exactly thirteen on each sleeve.
"He isn't the worst hypocrite though. That is definitely Jessica Sears. The woman that has said all manner of horrible things about myself, my fiance, Jaxon, and Tillman, yet gets upset when we say anything negative about her in return. A woman who threatened violence upon my fiance, yet is angry that she was met with violence in return. You see, there is plenty I could use if I was going to sit here and talk shit about them as a way to build this tag team title match. I'm not going to do that though. I'm not going to take that cheap route. Rather than talk our opponents down, I am going to talk about myself and Jack Tillman. I am going to show each of you why we're the greatest tag team this company has ever seen."
Matt walks over to a stacked up pile of firewood and leans back against it, relaxing for a little bit.
"As a team, we currently have the second longest title reign and will definitely surpass that. All we needs is thirty eight more days as champion. Adrien and Jessica aren't taking these titles away from us. After them, who is left in the tag team division. We've already between Billy and Scotty, Chaos Love is busy doing the singles thing, Blade and Hixx are an absolute joke, half of the stupidest named team in the history of time, doesn't even know who he is. All that's left is whoever the rebel society can throw at us. These tag team titles are very safe with us. You look at our success as individuals. Jack Tillman is a silver star triple crown champion, I am a Spotlight or Young Lions title away from being a Gold Star triple crown champion and I hold the longest title reign in the history of the company. Only one other team can claim to have two members that both won singles titles in this company, but even they can't claim that they won those before winning the tag team titles and neither of them can claim to have had the longest reign with their respective titles. When you look at myself and Jack Tillman as a team, some people will see two great singles wrestlers that were pushed in to being a team."
Matt stops, shakes his head slightly and raises his finger to give the classic 'nope' finger wag.
"We made the choice to team together. We made the choice to take those tag team titles. Death Before Dishonor is not just two guys randomly teaming up. No, it is the two best technical wrestlers in the world, choosing to work together and take over the World of tag team wrestling. Individually, we are absolutely incredible champions. Together, we are absolutely incredible champions. For these reasons and so many others, we are the greatest team this company has ever seen. We will move on to have the longest tag team title reign ever, and for our opponents, I promise that your pain, your agony, you're suffering, it's not going to end after this match. This war of ours, it ain't gonna end. Not until you and those other Guardians are either retired or dead. Personally, I don't care which one it is."
Matt looks straight ahead at the camera as a slight smirk creeps across his face. He just looks straight ahead as the camera zooms in on his still unblinking eyes. The camera narrows and moves in until nothing but his pupil is seen, filling the screen with a solid black before it all ends.
Matt Shields stands in the middle of a lush green field. Behind him sits on old stone style cottage with a bit of smoke rising from the chimney. All around him sheep roam the grass, some stopping to get a bite of grass, some stopping to butt heads with another sheep, some stopping just to take a shit. Matt Shields leans down by one of those piles, doing his best to avoid the stench as he does.
"Now, you probably thinking that I'm about to compare Adrien Cochrane to this pile of shit. Or maybe that I'm going to compare Jessica Sears' taste in mean to this pile of shit. You're wrong on both accounts. I actually just felt like wasting your time and seeing if I could say pile of shit three times in less than a minute."
He stands back up straight, then smacks himself in the head, leans back down to the pile and smirks.
"I almost forgot, this pile of shit right here, even it would be a better heavyweight champion than Johnny god damned Maverick. Seriously, fuck that guy and fuck Amber for what she did."
He shakes his head in disgust as he stands back up and walks away from the large pile of shit, wanting to avoid the smell wafting through the air.
"So, if I'm not going to compare my opponent to a pile of sheep shit, why am I here in the middle of a sheep farm in some tiny ass Irish town? Well I came here to procure a few special items. When I found out that NGW was doing this awful European tour, I noticed Ireland was on there and this is one of the few places I do not hate. One of those reasons is that this farm is home to one of the greatest leather works to ever live. The sheep that live on this land, they produce some of the most luxurious wool, delicious meat, and exquisite leather. So months ago, I placed four orders for special leather jackets. All black, but each with a defining trait for the Destroyer that would be wearing them. For my soon to be brother in law, spikes adorning the arms carved from the bones and hooves of these sheep. For my tag team partner, the dog of war, the finest wolves fur will adorn the collar. For myself, tiny golden skulls around the wrists, and a special color hand painted to look blood splattered. For my queen, well that one gets to be a surprise."
He walks around the small farm a bit more, admiring the beauty of the land when a small weathered woman walks out carrying his jacket. He accepts it and gives her a simple hug before she goes in to put the finishing touches on the other jackets. He slips it on and it is a perfect fit.
"If you're watching this though, you don't care to hear about the gifts I got for my family. No, you are watching this in the hopes to hear me talk shit about Adrien Cochrane and Jessica Sears. Lord knows that I could do that for hours. I could talk about how both of them are horrible hypocrites. Adrien always telling me how awful I am and how my ego is a problem. Yet, he's the one who has stolen moments from other people. He is the one who came in and went straight after the heavyweight champion. He is the one who has made sure that everyone sees him as the leader of the Guardians. I may be an egomaniacal bastard, but at least I admit what I am. Adrien Cochrane lies and makes you all believe he's a good guy that actually cares about you. All he cares about is you cheering him and feeding his ego. Don't believe me, stop cheering for him and see how quickly he changes in order to get those cheers once again."
Matt looks down at the skulls that adorn the wrist of his jacket. He places his thumb on one and then begins counting, making sure there is exactly thirteen on each sleeve.
"He isn't the worst hypocrite though. That is definitely Jessica Sears. The woman that has said all manner of horrible things about myself, my fiance, Jaxon, and Tillman, yet gets upset when we say anything negative about her in return. A woman who threatened violence upon my fiance, yet is angry that she was met with violence in return. You see, there is plenty I could use if I was going to sit here and talk shit about them as a way to build this tag team title match. I'm not going to do that though. I'm not going to take that cheap route. Rather than talk our opponents down, I am going to talk about myself and Jack Tillman. I am going to show each of you why we're the greatest tag team this company has ever seen."
Matt walks over to a stacked up pile of firewood and leans back against it, relaxing for a little bit.
"As a team, we currently have the second longest title reign and will definitely surpass that. All we needs is thirty eight more days as champion. Adrien and Jessica aren't taking these titles away from us. After them, who is left in the tag team division. We've already between Billy and Scotty, Chaos Love is busy doing the singles thing, Blade and Hixx are an absolute joke, half of the stupidest named team in the history of time, doesn't even know who he is. All that's left is whoever the rebel society can throw at us. These tag team titles are very safe with us. You look at our success as individuals. Jack Tillman is a silver star triple crown champion, I am a Spotlight or Young Lions title away from being a Gold Star triple crown champion and I hold the longest title reign in the history of the company. Only one other team can claim to have two members that both won singles titles in this company, but even they can't claim that they won those before winning the tag team titles and neither of them can claim to have had the longest reign with their respective titles. When you look at myself and Jack Tillman as a team, some people will see two great singles wrestlers that were pushed in to being a team."
Matt stops, shakes his head slightly and raises his finger to give the classic 'nope' finger wag.
"We made the choice to team together. We made the choice to take those tag team titles. Death Before Dishonor is not just two guys randomly teaming up. No, it is the two best technical wrestlers in the world, choosing to work together and take over the World of tag team wrestling. Individually, we are absolutely incredible champions. Together, we are absolutely incredible champions. For these reasons and so many others, we are the greatest team this company has ever seen. We will move on to have the longest tag team title reign ever, and for our opponents, I promise that your pain, your agony, you're suffering, it's not going to end after this match. This war of ours, it ain't gonna end. Not until you and those other Guardians are either retired or dead. Personally, I don't care which one it is."
Matt looks straight ahead at the camera as a slight smirk creeps across his face. He just looks straight ahead as the camera zooms in on his still unblinking eyes. The camera narrows and moves in until nothing but his pupil is seen, filling the screen with a solid black before it all ends.
