Post by Deleted on Dec 2, 2016 0:04:55 GMT -5
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"Man, what the hell are we doing here Washington?"
An black Crown Victoria sits outside of a small suburban house. Inside is an older black man, and a younger Hispanic man. The black man stares across the street at a similar looking house and takes a sip of coffee.
"Captain told us to watch the house. You know, Jiminiez never bitched about shit like this."
"Yea, well I ain't Jiminez, and this is ridiculous. We've been staking out this guys house for a week, and haven't seen a damn thing."
"Then I guess we'll just have to keep on waiting."
"The guy doesn't even have a real record. I mean there's a couple of drunk in public charges, fines paid. Two speeding tickets five years apart, fines paid, classes attended, and then the one that could have been bad, the whole assault thing, it got thrown out after this woman testified that he stopped her boyfriend from beating her."
"His record or lack of isn't the fucking point. We've got orders."
"At least give me a reason though. Tell me that this Shields guy, banged the captain's daughter or something."
"Yea right, like that bearded tattooed weirdo could get Jenny."
"It would at least be a reason for this ridiculous stake out. It can't just be because he looks weird."
"Why the hell not? You should always keep an eye on the weird looking ones. Especially the weird looking honkey ones."
"WHOA! You can't say shit like that Washington."
"Jiminez never cared when I said shit like that. Hell, Jiminez laughed at it. Jiminez knew what was up. I liked having Jiminez on a stake out. He kept quiet and did his damn job. Then they had to give me some baby dicked rookie. You ain't ever gonna be half the cop that Jiminez was."
"From the sounds of it, I don't want to be the kind of cop that Jiminez was, or you are. Oh hey look, there's the suspect, taking out his garbage. Wait, is he coming over to the car?"
Matthew Shields comes strolling over to the car, clad in a pair of black work out pants and a simple black hoodie. He has a small black trash bag in his hand.
"If you're gonna search through my trash tonight, at least put it in this bag when you're done. I need some pissed off trash guy giving me shit tomorrow when I get back from my run."
Shields tosses the bag in to the car and walks off shaking his head.
"He fucking knows we've been here, can this shit just end now Washington?"
"Fuck that. This bastard is going down."
"FOR WHAT?"
"I don't know yet, but he's gonna slip."
The Hispanic officer just shakes his head as Washington takes a sip of coffee and stares across at the home of Matthew Shields, watching him as he goes inside.
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Matthew Shields sits in his usual position in front of the camera, his title slung over the back of the chair as he stares straight ahead.
"This upcoming Glory, I find myself in a very unfamiliar position in Redemption Wrestling. Not only, am I not in the main event or at least high on the card, no I'm in the second match of the night. Not even the first, not the match that sets the tone for the show, but the match where those with small bladders and short attention spans, can take a bit of a break. I blame this entirely on you Freddie Styles. After all, why should people care about a match with a foregone conclusion. Why should they care about watching you lose another match? They should care about watching their champion, but when they already know that it will be another victory for me, I can't blame them for going to the concession stand or buying a Matthew Shields shirt."
He stops for a second and spreads his arm to show off the brand new 'House of Shields' t-shirt, then leans back over the chair.
"Now Freddie, I don't want you sitting there getting all pissed off and thinking I'm disrespecting your abilities. No no no, you are a damn fine wrestler. Inside of that ring, you are proficient and can hang with just about anyone. The problem is, you're simply a good a wrestler, a good hand to have around. You can hang with everyone, but you can barely beat anyone. Simply put Freddie, you aren't on my level. You aren't ready to truly challenge the champion. You will go out there, and I am sure that we will have a good match, but at the end of the night, my hand will be raised, and people will be left saying that they like that Freddie Styles guy, but he's just missing something. I have what you lack Freddie. The killer instinct, the drive, the will to be a champion. I hope you find it one day, but right now, you're nothing more than a guy tossed out in to the ring to put on a good match, and then lose."
Matt raises the title high as he stands up and shows off his new shirt one more time.
"Man, what the hell are we doing here Washington?"
An black Crown Victoria sits outside of a small suburban house. Inside is an older black man, and a younger Hispanic man. The black man stares across the street at a similar looking house and takes a sip of coffee.
"Captain told us to watch the house. You know, Jiminiez never bitched about shit like this."
"Yea, well I ain't Jiminez, and this is ridiculous. We've been staking out this guys house for a week, and haven't seen a damn thing."
"Then I guess we'll just have to keep on waiting."
"The guy doesn't even have a real record. I mean there's a couple of drunk in public charges, fines paid. Two speeding tickets five years apart, fines paid, classes attended, and then the one that could have been bad, the whole assault thing, it got thrown out after this woman testified that he stopped her boyfriend from beating her."
"His record or lack of isn't the fucking point. We've got orders."
"At least give me a reason though. Tell me that this Shields guy, banged the captain's daughter or something."
"Yea right, like that bearded tattooed weirdo could get Jenny."
"It would at least be a reason for this ridiculous stake out. It can't just be because he looks weird."
"Why the hell not? You should always keep an eye on the weird looking ones. Especially the weird looking honkey ones."
"WHOA! You can't say shit like that Washington."
"Jiminez never cared when I said shit like that. Hell, Jiminez laughed at it. Jiminez knew what was up. I liked having Jiminez on a stake out. He kept quiet and did his damn job. Then they had to give me some baby dicked rookie. You ain't ever gonna be half the cop that Jiminez was."
"From the sounds of it, I don't want to be the kind of cop that Jiminez was, or you are. Oh hey look, there's the suspect, taking out his garbage. Wait, is he coming over to the car?"
Matthew Shields comes strolling over to the car, clad in a pair of black work out pants and a simple black hoodie. He has a small black trash bag in his hand.
"If you're gonna search through my trash tonight, at least put it in this bag when you're done. I need some pissed off trash guy giving me shit tomorrow when I get back from my run."
Shields tosses the bag in to the car and walks off shaking his head.
"He fucking knows we've been here, can this shit just end now Washington?"
"Fuck that. This bastard is going down."
"FOR WHAT?"
"I don't know yet, but he's gonna slip."
The Hispanic officer just shakes his head as Washington takes a sip of coffee and stares across at the home of Matthew Shields, watching him as he goes inside.
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Matthew Shields sits in his usual position in front of the camera, his title slung over the back of the chair as he stares straight ahead.
"This upcoming Glory, I find myself in a very unfamiliar position in Redemption Wrestling. Not only, am I not in the main event or at least high on the card, no I'm in the second match of the night. Not even the first, not the match that sets the tone for the show, but the match where those with small bladders and short attention spans, can take a bit of a break. I blame this entirely on you Freddie Styles. After all, why should people care about a match with a foregone conclusion. Why should they care about watching you lose another match? They should care about watching their champion, but when they already know that it will be another victory for me, I can't blame them for going to the concession stand or buying a Matthew Shields shirt."
He stops for a second and spreads his arm to show off the brand new 'House of Shields' t-shirt, then leans back over the chair.
"Now Freddie, I don't want you sitting there getting all pissed off and thinking I'm disrespecting your abilities. No no no, you are a damn fine wrestler. Inside of that ring, you are proficient and can hang with just about anyone. The problem is, you're simply a good a wrestler, a good hand to have around. You can hang with everyone, but you can barely beat anyone. Simply put Freddie, you aren't on my level. You aren't ready to truly challenge the champion. You will go out there, and I am sure that we will have a good match, but at the end of the night, my hand will be raised, and people will be left saying that they like that Freddie Styles guy, but he's just missing something. I have what you lack Freddie. The killer instinct, the drive, the will to be a champion. I hope you find it one day, but right now, you're nothing more than a guy tossed out in to the ring to put on a good match, and then lose."
Matt raises the title high as he stands up and shows off his new shirt one more time.
