Post by Deleted on Apr 28, 2018 0:09:05 GMT -5
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The first thing we see is a small knife slicing through what looks to be an animal carcass. It slowly pans back to see Matt Shields standing in front of a simple steel slab with a knife in his black glove covered hand. He wears a black leather apron over his tattooed flesh as he appears to be in a small butcher shop. On the table is an animal he is in the process of fileting. On a small metal sheet pan sits several animals that look to have already been butchered and processed. He finishes with the animal, places it with the rest of the meet, then small rabbit from his table. He simply grabs the back legs, gathers a bit of skin together and gives a hard yank, breaking the skin and allowing him to pull it off with one smooth motion so that he can began to process of harvesting it's meat.
"I know what you're thinking Karloff. You think I'm doing this as some kind of intimidation tactic. To show you that I'm not squeamish around blood and death. Truth is, I was brought these rabbits by my protege Jason Hunter because he knew I had this nice little butcher shop down here. Most times it's so I can get in a cow and hand cut my own steaks, but I do like processing game as well. This is really nothing more than me multi tasking. If you are freaked out or intimidated by this, well that just proves what I have long suspected. You're nothing more than a little pretend movie monster."
Shields cuts the filets from the rabit, making sure to get every single bit of meat from the small creature.
"Wait, actually let me restart so to speak. Martin, I watched your video and I honestly thought you made a lot of smart valid points. You certainly spent far too long focusing on that second rate bitch Daisy Rose, but still there was some good stuff there. What you said about that deviant douchebag Johnny Maverick, it was spot on. Realizing that The Destroyers being stripped of the tag team titles is a crime against humanity, an absolutely brilliant point. Seeing that the management of this company has their heads shoved up each others asses, I'm proud to see it's not just me that recognizes it. Knowing that they have their clear favorites and will do anything to protect them, again you were spot on. Unfortunately, you said one thing that just doesn't sit right with me. You had the nerve to compare yourself and your issues with management, to my own. You compared yourself to The Destroyers, and I just can't let that slide Martin."
Shields finishes with the rabbit, and puts down his knife, but this time he doesn't grab another to repeat the process.
"You will never be like me Martin. When I step out there with my mask, an axe in hand, my custom made jacket, it's not a cover up. It's not a mask to hide the poor pathetic little kid that was bullied for being different. It's because I like it. It's because I know what a simple visual like that can do to the human psyche. I don't call myself the walking horror movie because I have some cool looking gear or because I think it sounds cool, although let's be honest here, you totally wish you came up with it first. I call myself that because it is the truth. My horror movie is filled with scenes of me breaking my enemies bones and smashing their dreams. The soundtrack is filled with their muffled screams and cries of anguish. Compared to me, you're a b grade villain from a sad John Carpenter wanna be. Hell, you are a sad John Carpenter wanna be. You really think people are going to care if you show up in your little face paint? Nobody cares about the phantom or the manticore. In fact the only thing they care less about, is the man behind the paint."
Shields slowly removes his gloves and apron, and comes around the table, standing there in nothing but a pair of simple black pants and shoes.
"You Martin Karloff, are nothing special. You're a man with a fifty percent win loss record, who has come on strong multiple times and then fizzled out. You get a little bit of momentum, then the big match comes and you wind up failing. You are correct about management being biased, but that doesn't mean it's why you lost. You lost because that is what Martin Karloff does best. You lost because it was a title match and Martin Karloff loses title matches. You lost because it was a high profile match and Martin Karloff loses high profile matches. You haven't been able to capture any kind of glory since you lost that New Generation title over a year ago. You lost your chance to the Global cup finals, you lost a Spotlight title match, you lost Strange Bedfellows. You are once again on the down swing Martin. The simple fact is, even if management wasn't biased towards their little chosen ones, you wouldn't be good enough to rise up and truly be a force here in New Generation Wrestling. Even if management kept out of the way and this place was truly survival of the fittest, you wouldn't be one of the survivors. You would wind up like these guys."
Matt stops and points to the pan of rabbit meat he's butchered and processed.
"Why? Because you are not Matt Shields. You are not a Destroyer. You are not the greatest champion to ever step foot in this company. You are not on my level and never will be. So I will give you this one simple warning Martin. If you ever again compare yourself to me or any other Destroyer, it will be your screams and your cries that get added to the greatest horror soundtrack. If you ever again think yourself equal to me or any other Destroyer, it will be the cracking and snapping and crunching of your bones that fills the next scene of the greatest horror movie ever. This is the one and only warning you will receive mister Karloff."
Matt looks straight ahead and starts slowly walking towards the camera, turning his head slightly as he kneels down until the only thing filling the screen is his creepy devious smirk.
The first thing we see is a small knife slicing through what looks to be an animal carcass. It slowly pans back to see Matt Shields standing in front of a simple steel slab with a knife in his black glove covered hand. He wears a black leather apron over his tattooed flesh as he appears to be in a small butcher shop. On the table is an animal he is in the process of fileting. On a small metal sheet pan sits several animals that look to have already been butchered and processed. He finishes with the animal, places it with the rest of the meet, then small rabbit from his table. He simply grabs the back legs, gathers a bit of skin together and gives a hard yank, breaking the skin and allowing him to pull it off with one smooth motion so that he can began to process of harvesting it's meat.
"I know what you're thinking Karloff. You think I'm doing this as some kind of intimidation tactic. To show you that I'm not squeamish around blood and death. Truth is, I was brought these rabbits by my protege Jason Hunter because he knew I had this nice little butcher shop down here. Most times it's so I can get in a cow and hand cut my own steaks, but I do like processing game as well. This is really nothing more than me multi tasking. If you are freaked out or intimidated by this, well that just proves what I have long suspected. You're nothing more than a little pretend movie monster."
Shields cuts the filets from the rabit, making sure to get every single bit of meat from the small creature.
"Wait, actually let me restart so to speak. Martin, I watched your video and I honestly thought you made a lot of smart valid points. You certainly spent far too long focusing on that second rate bitch Daisy Rose, but still there was some good stuff there. What you said about that deviant douchebag Johnny Maverick, it was spot on. Realizing that The Destroyers being stripped of the tag team titles is a crime against humanity, an absolutely brilliant point. Seeing that the management of this company has their heads shoved up each others asses, I'm proud to see it's not just me that recognizes it. Knowing that they have their clear favorites and will do anything to protect them, again you were spot on. Unfortunately, you said one thing that just doesn't sit right with me. You had the nerve to compare yourself and your issues with management, to my own. You compared yourself to The Destroyers, and I just can't let that slide Martin."
Shields finishes with the rabbit, and puts down his knife, but this time he doesn't grab another to repeat the process.
"You will never be like me Martin. When I step out there with my mask, an axe in hand, my custom made jacket, it's not a cover up. It's not a mask to hide the poor pathetic little kid that was bullied for being different. It's because I like it. It's because I know what a simple visual like that can do to the human psyche. I don't call myself the walking horror movie because I have some cool looking gear or because I think it sounds cool, although let's be honest here, you totally wish you came up with it first. I call myself that because it is the truth. My horror movie is filled with scenes of me breaking my enemies bones and smashing their dreams. The soundtrack is filled with their muffled screams and cries of anguish. Compared to me, you're a b grade villain from a sad John Carpenter wanna be. Hell, you are a sad John Carpenter wanna be. You really think people are going to care if you show up in your little face paint? Nobody cares about the phantom or the manticore. In fact the only thing they care less about, is the man behind the paint."
Shields slowly removes his gloves and apron, and comes around the table, standing there in nothing but a pair of simple black pants and shoes.
"You Martin Karloff, are nothing special. You're a man with a fifty percent win loss record, who has come on strong multiple times and then fizzled out. You get a little bit of momentum, then the big match comes and you wind up failing. You are correct about management being biased, but that doesn't mean it's why you lost. You lost because that is what Martin Karloff does best. You lost because it was a title match and Martin Karloff loses title matches. You lost because it was a high profile match and Martin Karloff loses high profile matches. You haven't been able to capture any kind of glory since you lost that New Generation title over a year ago. You lost your chance to the Global cup finals, you lost a Spotlight title match, you lost Strange Bedfellows. You are once again on the down swing Martin. The simple fact is, even if management wasn't biased towards their little chosen ones, you wouldn't be good enough to rise up and truly be a force here in New Generation Wrestling. Even if management kept out of the way and this place was truly survival of the fittest, you wouldn't be one of the survivors. You would wind up like these guys."
Matt stops and points to the pan of rabbit meat he's butchered and processed.
"Why? Because you are not Matt Shields. You are not a Destroyer. You are not the greatest champion to ever step foot in this company. You are not on my level and never will be. So I will give you this one simple warning Martin. If you ever again compare yourself to me or any other Destroyer, it will be your screams and your cries that get added to the greatest horror soundtrack. If you ever again think yourself equal to me or any other Destroyer, it will be the cracking and snapping and crunching of your bones that fills the next scene of the greatest horror movie ever. This is the one and only warning you will receive mister Karloff."
Matt looks straight ahead and starts slowly walking towards the camera, turning his head slightly as he kneels down until the only thing filling the screen is his creepy devious smirk.