Post by Deleted on Mar 30, 2018 1:22:03 GMT -5
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The large silver and blue plate of the NGW Tag Team Titles fills up the screen. When you look close, a few small cracks along the edges of the metal can be seen. There looks to be dust collecting in the various crevices of the plate, and there looks to be what one hops is a blotch of soy sauce on the leather. The belt is slowly pulled back, revealing the mask of Matt Shields. He raises the mask and looks over at the belt with a smirk.
"Yep, still got it assholes. You were all hoping and begging and praying to whatever deity you thought would listen, that I wouldn't have this anymore. All of you miserable little peasants were crying out for a guardians win, but instead you saw The Destroyers dominate. I know all of you are crying because I don't respect the title. You say that I shouldn't have this belt because I don't care about it. Well assholes, you're half right."
Shields looks over at the belt and then just tosses it away without a second thought.
"I don't give a shit about that piece of leather with a few metal plates attached to it. That is all that is. Just because you carry one of those around, it doesn't make you a champion. If I left that thing laying there and didn't even both bringing it with me Sunday night, it would not change the fact that I am one half of the New Generation Wrestling Tag Team Champions. If I decided to take that thing and toss it in the dumpster, it would not change the fact that I am one half of the New Generation Wrestling Tag Team Champions. If some garbage man noticed it, fished it out, cleaned it all up and started carrying it around, it would not make him one half of the New Generation Wrestling Tag Team Champions. That thing does not magically make someone a champion. Just because you happen to have possession of a belt, it doesn't mean you are a champion. Look no further than Johnny Maverick. Sure he currently has possession of the New Generation Wrestling Heavyweight Championship belt, but that doesn't make him a real champion. He is still just a sad pathetic joke, hell he isn't even a joke. He is the awful punchline of a bad joke. The World would be a better place if his mother would have swallowed like a good little whore."
Shields looks straight ahead and just raises both middle fingers as he mouths the words 'Fuck you Johnny'. He looks back over at the title and just laughs.
"Despite all of your cries and your protests, I am still one half of the New Generation Wrestling Tag Team Champions. Myself and Jack Tillman, we did what we do best. We dismantled the guardians and left them broken and staring up at the lights. Sunday night, Tillman gets to Destroy another guardian as he defends his Five Lakes Title. This means, that for the tag team title defense, I get to team with, and no offense when I say this Tillman... my absolute favorite partner. Sunday night in London, the World gets to witness The Demon Lovers. Sunday night in London, I team with my fiance, my queen, the love of my love, The Dreamkiller herself, Kayla Richards. This is a dream come true for myself, well it would be if not for our opponents. Sunday night, The Demon Lovers defend that Tag Team Titles, against John Blade and Alicia Hixx."
Shields just rolls his eyes and sighs before he starts shaking his head in disgust.
"These two have a combined record of eight wins and sixty eight losses. They have never won a single match as a tag team. The only claim to fame that either of them has, is John Blade's two week reign as New Generation Champion. He won that title by getting kicked in the balls. You people sit there and talk about how I disrespect the title belt, but are completely fine with the level of disrespect shown to the champions. There is no way that they were planning this match in advance. Kayla was supposed to be defending the Heavyweight title on Sunday night. Unfortunately it was stolen away from her when she was thrust in to an unexpected title match after having just competed. Still, she was defending the Heavyweight title, so there's no way that Kayla Richards and Matt Shields against John Blade and Alicia Hixx, was the plan for the tag team titles. Was I gonna be facing them in a handicapped match? Maybe I was supposed to be fighting Avery Miles, but he jumped at the opportunity that was presented after my fiance had her title ripped her from her by her vindictive cunt of a sister and that disgusting perverted asshole. I hope that was the original plan. At least then I would have had a challenging match in front of me. The end result of course would be the same, but I would have had to actually put in a little bit of effort."
Shields again rolls his eyes and sighs before he looks over at the tag team title belt. He reaches over, grabs it and holds it back up.
"You people want me to care about this thing? You people want me to give a shit about this belt? You people think I should be focused on raising it's prestige and popularity. First off, the second that myself and Jack Tillman became champions, the prestige of these belts shot through the damn roof. Now that Kayla is also recognized as a champion, it's only higher. You have a silver star triple crown winner, and two heavyweight champions, as the current holder of these belts. They can only lose prestige at this point. Having John Blade and Alicia Hixx challenging for them, it damn sure doesn't add to their prestige. I ask this one simple question, if Devlin Scott and Amber Richards aren't going to take these title seriously, then why the fuck should I? Sunday night, myself and Kayla will go out to that ring, absolutely decimate Blade and Hixx and we will do it, not for a couple of pieces of leather with metal attached to them, but because we are true champions. We don't need these little trinkets to prove that we are champions."
Shields stands up, looks at the tag team title and then acts like he's going to toss it out of the very high window of his hotel suite, before he just drops it down on to the floor.
The large silver and blue plate of the NGW Tag Team Titles fills up the screen. When you look close, a few small cracks along the edges of the metal can be seen. There looks to be dust collecting in the various crevices of the plate, and there looks to be what one hops is a blotch of soy sauce on the leather. The belt is slowly pulled back, revealing the mask of Matt Shields. He raises the mask and looks over at the belt with a smirk.
"Yep, still got it assholes. You were all hoping and begging and praying to whatever deity you thought would listen, that I wouldn't have this anymore. All of you miserable little peasants were crying out for a guardians win, but instead you saw The Destroyers dominate. I know all of you are crying because I don't respect the title. You say that I shouldn't have this belt because I don't care about it. Well assholes, you're half right."
Shields looks over at the belt and then just tosses it away without a second thought.
"I don't give a shit about that piece of leather with a few metal plates attached to it. That is all that is. Just because you carry one of those around, it doesn't make you a champion. If I left that thing laying there and didn't even both bringing it with me Sunday night, it would not change the fact that I am one half of the New Generation Wrestling Tag Team Champions. If I decided to take that thing and toss it in the dumpster, it would not change the fact that I am one half of the New Generation Wrestling Tag Team Champions. If some garbage man noticed it, fished it out, cleaned it all up and started carrying it around, it would not make him one half of the New Generation Wrestling Tag Team Champions. That thing does not magically make someone a champion. Just because you happen to have possession of a belt, it doesn't mean you are a champion. Look no further than Johnny Maverick. Sure he currently has possession of the New Generation Wrestling Heavyweight Championship belt, but that doesn't make him a real champion. He is still just a sad pathetic joke, hell he isn't even a joke. He is the awful punchline of a bad joke. The World would be a better place if his mother would have swallowed like a good little whore."
Shields looks straight ahead and just raises both middle fingers as he mouths the words 'Fuck you Johnny'. He looks back over at the title and just laughs.
"Despite all of your cries and your protests, I am still one half of the New Generation Wrestling Tag Team Champions. Myself and Jack Tillman, we did what we do best. We dismantled the guardians and left them broken and staring up at the lights. Sunday night, Tillman gets to Destroy another guardian as he defends his Five Lakes Title. This means, that for the tag team title defense, I get to team with, and no offense when I say this Tillman... my absolute favorite partner. Sunday night in London, the World gets to witness The Demon Lovers. Sunday night in London, I team with my fiance, my queen, the love of my love, The Dreamkiller herself, Kayla Richards. This is a dream come true for myself, well it would be if not for our opponents. Sunday night, The Demon Lovers defend that Tag Team Titles, against John Blade and Alicia Hixx."
Shields just rolls his eyes and sighs before he starts shaking his head in disgust.
"These two have a combined record of eight wins and sixty eight losses. They have never won a single match as a tag team. The only claim to fame that either of them has, is John Blade's two week reign as New Generation Champion. He won that title by getting kicked in the balls. You people sit there and talk about how I disrespect the title belt, but are completely fine with the level of disrespect shown to the champions. There is no way that they were planning this match in advance. Kayla was supposed to be defending the Heavyweight title on Sunday night. Unfortunately it was stolen away from her when she was thrust in to an unexpected title match after having just competed. Still, she was defending the Heavyweight title, so there's no way that Kayla Richards and Matt Shields against John Blade and Alicia Hixx, was the plan for the tag team titles. Was I gonna be facing them in a handicapped match? Maybe I was supposed to be fighting Avery Miles, but he jumped at the opportunity that was presented after my fiance had her title ripped her from her by her vindictive cunt of a sister and that disgusting perverted asshole. I hope that was the original plan. At least then I would have had a challenging match in front of me. The end result of course would be the same, but I would have had to actually put in a little bit of effort."
Shields again rolls his eyes and sighs before he looks over at the tag team title belt. He reaches over, grabs it and holds it back up.
"You people want me to care about this thing? You people want me to give a shit about this belt? You people think I should be focused on raising it's prestige and popularity. First off, the second that myself and Jack Tillman became champions, the prestige of these belts shot through the damn roof. Now that Kayla is also recognized as a champion, it's only higher. You have a silver star triple crown winner, and two heavyweight champions, as the current holder of these belts. They can only lose prestige at this point. Having John Blade and Alicia Hixx challenging for them, it damn sure doesn't add to their prestige. I ask this one simple question, if Devlin Scott and Amber Richards aren't going to take these title seriously, then why the fuck should I? Sunday night, myself and Kayla will go out to that ring, absolutely decimate Blade and Hixx and we will do it, not for a couple of pieces of leather with metal attached to them, but because we are true champions. We don't need these little trinkets to prove that we are champions."
Shields stands up, looks at the tag team title and then acts like he's going to toss it out of the very high window of his hotel suite, before he just drops it down on to the floor.
