Post by Deleted on May 10, 2018 23:34:46 GMT -5
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"AAAAAGGGHHHHHHHHH"
An almost ear drum piercing scream is heard, and then the glistening fangs of a nearly seven foot tall werewolf stature are seen. As the camera moves closer towards his destination, a bloody chainsaw comes in to view with a simple sawn off shotgun resting on top of it, beside it is a hideous Deadite from Evil Dead, across from it stands Frankenstein's monster. All along the walls are small figurines from Bram Stroker's Dracula, both Gremlin's movies, one of Freddy Kreuger's claws, Several different versions of the Jason hockey mask. Every now and then another scream will pierce through the room, as the camera reaches it's goal, sitting there upon his Knightmare thrown, ax in right hand, red balloon in his left, wearing simple black slightly tattered jeans, a Destroyers short, and his Knightmare King mask, is Matt Shields.
"Welcome once again to the hall of horrors. I won't say it's the largest collection of horror movie memorabilia and figures, but it's damn sure the best one. Part of that is this one of a kind Throne of Knightmare. I'm here among some of my treasures, because I want to talk about fear. Some people find all of this stuff scary, the movies, they have filled them with fear. These creatures, the weapons, the blood, they trigger something in the brain of some people that makes them feel this sense of dread. For me, this stuff is... comforting. This is where I can come to relax and enjoy myself. For many, this kind of stuff causes them fear, but for me, this is what causes me fear."
Matt grabs a small remote and the projector that had been showing Texas Chainsaw Massacre, switches to a still image of Johnny Maverick with the NGW Heavyweight title over his shoulder.
"Now Johnny, before you start patting yourself on the back or spouting off about how I'm afraid of you, I want you to shut your dick holster, open your ears and listen."
Matt looks straight ahead as if asking johnny if he can go ahead and do that.
"You do not scare me in any way shape or form. You look like you spend more time eating potato chips and drinking beer than you do training. The only thing about this image that is scary, is that you have the NGW Heavyweight title. That is something that should strike fear into the hear of every true wrestling fan in the World. That is something that should fill every pure wrestling fan on this planet, with a sense of dread. That is something that should terrify all those who truly love the art form of professional wrestling. I can't fucking look at it any longer."
Matt hits a button on the remote and it goes back to Texas Chainsaw Massacre.
"Honestly Johnny, about 15 minutes after I saw that we were having this match, I started wondering why I shouldn't just walk in to the ring and worry about nothing but beating the living hell out of you. I started wondering why I shouldn't bash you in the head with my kendo stick the second the bell rings. I started wondering why I should grab a chair and drive it in to your ribs over and over and over again. I started to wonder why I shouldn't grab a bag of tacks, drop you face first into them and then grind your face into a bloody pulp. I started wondering why I shouldn't do everything in my power to just end you right then and there. What do I have to gain in this match? The heavyweight title? It's not like it means a God damned thing anymore. The second that Amber chose to screw over Kayla because she's jealous that her sister is far more beautiful and talented than she will ever be, she helped destroy the credibility of that title. You only have that title because some bitch on a power trip decided to screw over her sister. Maybe she was trying to get back at me as well. She was probably pissed because I told her that Kayla is so much better at sucking my cock. I still told her that she was way better than Trixie's mom, and a few of my other exes, and her other sister."
Matt shakes his head as another scream echoes throughout the room. Matt looks up and smirks at Leatherface going about his gruesome business.
"The very second that she allowed your perverted ass to get your sleazy hands on that title, she helped to kill it. We might as well just get Bill Cosby, Jared Fogle, and Chad Kroeger to be on the next pay per view poster. God knows all three of them would be better than putting you on there. You are every single thing wrong with wrestling, rolled up in to one disgusting little package. You think just because people are laughing at you that it somehow makes you popular, and believe me John boy, they are laughing AT you. You try and pass yourself off as some kind of MMA bad ass and this incredible fighter, but if you really were, you would be doing that for a living. You have some of the worst looking ring gear I have ever seen in my entire life. Seriously, get a fucking singlet or some tights, some knee pads, and some fucking wrestling boots. You look like any random jackass at a planet fitness. You having that title is an abomination. You holding the NGW Heavyweight title, is a fucking travesty. When they allowed you to steal that title away from Kayla, They might as well have pissed on my two hundred and fifty day reign as champion. I made that title matter, I made this company matter, I made NGW."
Matt stands up from his throne, releases the balloon and raises his ax up on to his shoulder.
"Sunday night, I could easily go out to that ring and focus on beating the living hell out of you. Leave just enough of you so that in two weeks, Alex Jones could go out there, get himself an easy pin and become the champion himself. I don't like him, but God knows he would be ten times the champion you could ever hope to be. I could easily do that, and I still might end up doing that if you piss me off. For now though, my plan is to beat you fair and square right in the middle of that ring with my superior abilities. For now, my plan is to rescue that title from the bowels of mediocrity, actually mediocrity is too kind. For now, my goal is to rescue that title from complete and utter ruin. For now, my plan is to win this match and prove that you are a shit wrestler, a shit human being, and worst of all, a shit champion."
Matt stands there just staring straight ahead before he slowly lowers his mask down and then lunges forward with his ax, causing the cameraman to jump and shake right before everything goes black.
"AAAAAGGGHHHHHHHHH"
An almost ear drum piercing scream is heard, and then the glistening fangs of a nearly seven foot tall werewolf stature are seen. As the camera moves closer towards his destination, a bloody chainsaw comes in to view with a simple sawn off shotgun resting on top of it, beside it is a hideous Deadite from Evil Dead, across from it stands Frankenstein's monster. All along the walls are small figurines from Bram Stroker's Dracula, both Gremlin's movies, one of Freddy Kreuger's claws, Several different versions of the Jason hockey mask. Every now and then another scream will pierce through the room, as the camera reaches it's goal, sitting there upon his Knightmare thrown, ax in right hand, red balloon in his left, wearing simple black slightly tattered jeans, a Destroyers short, and his Knightmare King mask, is Matt Shields.
"Welcome once again to the hall of horrors. I won't say it's the largest collection of horror movie memorabilia and figures, but it's damn sure the best one. Part of that is this one of a kind Throne of Knightmare. I'm here among some of my treasures, because I want to talk about fear. Some people find all of this stuff scary, the movies, they have filled them with fear. These creatures, the weapons, the blood, they trigger something in the brain of some people that makes them feel this sense of dread. For me, this stuff is... comforting. This is where I can come to relax and enjoy myself. For many, this kind of stuff causes them fear, but for me, this is what causes me fear."
Matt grabs a small remote and the projector that had been showing Texas Chainsaw Massacre, switches to a still image of Johnny Maverick with the NGW Heavyweight title over his shoulder.
"Now Johnny, before you start patting yourself on the back or spouting off about how I'm afraid of you, I want you to shut your dick holster, open your ears and listen."
Matt looks straight ahead as if asking johnny if he can go ahead and do that.
"You do not scare me in any way shape or form. You look like you spend more time eating potato chips and drinking beer than you do training. The only thing about this image that is scary, is that you have the NGW Heavyweight title. That is something that should strike fear into the hear of every true wrestling fan in the World. That is something that should fill every pure wrestling fan on this planet, with a sense of dread. That is something that should terrify all those who truly love the art form of professional wrestling. I can't fucking look at it any longer."
Matt hits a button on the remote and it goes back to Texas Chainsaw Massacre.
"Honestly Johnny, about 15 minutes after I saw that we were having this match, I started wondering why I shouldn't just walk in to the ring and worry about nothing but beating the living hell out of you. I started wondering why I shouldn't bash you in the head with my kendo stick the second the bell rings. I started wondering why I should grab a chair and drive it in to your ribs over and over and over again. I started to wonder why I shouldn't grab a bag of tacks, drop you face first into them and then grind your face into a bloody pulp. I started wondering why I shouldn't do everything in my power to just end you right then and there. What do I have to gain in this match? The heavyweight title? It's not like it means a God damned thing anymore. The second that Amber chose to screw over Kayla because she's jealous that her sister is far more beautiful and talented than she will ever be, she helped destroy the credibility of that title. You only have that title because some bitch on a power trip decided to screw over her sister. Maybe she was trying to get back at me as well. She was probably pissed because I told her that Kayla is so much better at sucking my cock. I still told her that she was way better than Trixie's mom, and a few of my other exes, and her other sister."
Matt shakes his head as another scream echoes throughout the room. Matt looks up and smirks at Leatherface going about his gruesome business.
"The very second that she allowed your perverted ass to get your sleazy hands on that title, she helped to kill it. We might as well just get Bill Cosby, Jared Fogle, and Chad Kroeger to be on the next pay per view poster. God knows all three of them would be better than putting you on there. You are every single thing wrong with wrestling, rolled up in to one disgusting little package. You think just because people are laughing at you that it somehow makes you popular, and believe me John boy, they are laughing AT you. You try and pass yourself off as some kind of MMA bad ass and this incredible fighter, but if you really were, you would be doing that for a living. You have some of the worst looking ring gear I have ever seen in my entire life. Seriously, get a fucking singlet or some tights, some knee pads, and some fucking wrestling boots. You look like any random jackass at a planet fitness. You having that title is an abomination. You holding the NGW Heavyweight title, is a fucking travesty. When they allowed you to steal that title away from Kayla, They might as well have pissed on my two hundred and fifty day reign as champion. I made that title matter, I made this company matter, I made NGW."
Matt stands up from his throne, releases the balloon and raises his ax up on to his shoulder.
"Sunday night, I could easily go out to that ring and focus on beating the living hell out of you. Leave just enough of you so that in two weeks, Alex Jones could go out there, get himself an easy pin and become the champion himself. I don't like him, but God knows he would be ten times the champion you could ever hope to be. I could easily do that, and I still might end up doing that if you piss me off. For now though, my plan is to beat you fair and square right in the middle of that ring with my superior abilities. For now, my plan is to rescue that title from the bowels of mediocrity, actually mediocrity is too kind. For now, my goal is to rescue that title from complete and utter ruin. For now, my plan is to win this match and prove that you are a shit wrestler, a shit human being, and worst of all, a shit champion."
Matt stands there just staring straight ahead before he slowly lowers his mask down and then lunges forward with his ax, causing the cameraman to jump and shake right before everything goes black.