Post by Deleted on Jul 4, 2018 22:49:10 GMT -5
Matt Shields stood inside of the full-size ring he had built in the middle of his massive home gym. He opted for a simple pair of black shorts, black knee pads, and black boots. Sweat dripped from his forehead as he looked down at the three men sitting on the floor holding ice packs on their necks as they had one wrapped on each shoulder, one of them even had one on his right knee.
“You three were pathetic. I call three different schools, tell them to send me their best and… you fuckers need to get your damn money back. Just get out of my sight.”
Shields rolls his eyes as he shops them off and then turns away from them.
“I’m gonna have a hard time finding someone that can actually match the ability of Alex Jones.”
Matt stops and turns towards the camera with a slight smirk.
“That’s right Alex, you just heard me compliment your ability and skill. I may hate you, but I won’t deny that you’re good inside this ring. You don’t win the Global Cup if you’re some geek off the street. Gotta be handy with the steel if you know what I mean, earn your keep… REGULATORS!”
Shields flashes another smirk and laughs a little bit.
“When I realized I said geek off the street instead of an asshole, well I just had to add that part in. If you don’t understand the reference, you are a sad strange little man, and you have my pity.”
The smirk seems to be plastered across his face as she grabs a towel and wipes away a little bit of sweat. He grabs a bottle and takes a quick sip before he carries it over to the corner, hops up and takes himself a seat on the top turnbuckle.
“Alex, you’re one of the few people I actually have a bit of respect for, and part of that is what you said earlier this week. You acknowledged the fact that I am the cornerstone of New Generation Wrestling. Without my reign as the Redemption Wrestling champion, the eyes don’t focus on us. Without my reign, redemption doesn’t sell out arenas all over the World. Without my reign, New Generation Wrestling doesn’t rise from the ashes. I made all of this possible. Devlin Scott might have put the money in and did some promotion, but I gave the fans what they needed. I gave them someone to hate. I gave them someone to boo. I gave them someone for their heroes to fight against. Every damn show, they kept watching in the hopes that it would be the night I lost the title. For two hundred and fifty days, I denied them what they wanted and it just made them watch us even more. There is a reason why I main evented almost every damn show from the start of Redemption, up to the first Wrestleforce.”
Shields just looks straight ahead at the camera as his smirk shifts into an almost sadistic grin.
“Each and every one of you watching and listening to me right now, you know that I am speaking the God damned truth. There should be a nerdy little guy with a leather bound book and a fucking quill recording what I say because it might as well be gospel. Alex Jones is at least man enough to admit it. For that, and a few other reasons, you do have my respect. Make no mistake though, I still hate your fucking guts.”
Matt hops down from the turnbuckle and walks towards the camera with the sadistic smile across his face.
“You want to know why I hate you Alex? It isn’t because years back you climbed on top of Kayla and had a two-minute seizure. I know that I am better than you in every way when it comes to that department, and I know that she has absolutely no residual feelings for you. So it’s gotta be the fact you targeted me right off the bat, right? Nope. I’ve lost count of how many jackasses have done that. It’s practically a right of passage to come in, challenge me and then fail. I don’t even hate you because you won the Global Cup and I didn’t have a chance to write the wrong from last year when I was knocked out by the flukiest win since January twenty-fifth, nineteen seventy-one when the Washington Generals managed to somehow get a 1 point win over the Harlem Globetrotters. No no no, Alex, my hatred for you is because you failed.”
Shields hangs his head down for a second as he releases a very audible sigh.
“You had the opportunity to right a terrible wrong and you failed.”
Matt brings his head up slightly and then shakes it as the disgust is evident on his face.
“You earned yourself a heavyweight title match. You were riding a wave of momentum. You are more talented than him inside that ring. Yet for some reason, you failed. So now at the end of Wrestleforce, we will either be left with a drugged up man-child walking away with the title, or a self-righteous egomaniacal little douchebag walking around with the title and probably saying that he has saved New Generation Wrestling. I might not be a fan of yours Alex, but I could have dealt with you holding that title. I could have been okay with you as the champion because you at least have one thing that neither Maverick or Cochran’s have. You have respect. You recognize what I have done and don’t sit there acting like it doesn’t matter at all and you’re better than me for some bullshit reasoning. The fact is, our match should be for the Heavyweight title. Our match should be main eventing this damn show. Our match will be the one that people talk about that. Our match will be the one that people remember. Sunday night, the two most technically proficient wrestlers in New Generation Wrestling step into the ring, and we steal the entire God damned show.”
Matt stares straight ahead for a bit, then takes a few steps back and sits right in the middle of the ring.
“Don’t disappoint me again Alex.”
He continues staring straight ahead as everything slowly fades out.
“You three were pathetic. I call three different schools, tell them to send me their best and… you fuckers need to get your damn money back. Just get out of my sight.”
Shields rolls his eyes as he shops them off and then turns away from them.
“I’m gonna have a hard time finding someone that can actually match the ability of Alex Jones.”
Matt stops and turns towards the camera with a slight smirk.
“That’s right Alex, you just heard me compliment your ability and skill. I may hate you, but I won’t deny that you’re good inside this ring. You don’t win the Global Cup if you’re some geek off the street. Gotta be handy with the steel if you know what I mean, earn your keep… REGULATORS!”
Shields flashes another smirk and laughs a little bit.
“When I realized I said geek off the street instead of an asshole, well I just had to add that part in. If you don’t understand the reference, you are a sad strange little man, and you have my pity.”
The smirk seems to be plastered across his face as she grabs a towel and wipes away a little bit of sweat. He grabs a bottle and takes a quick sip before he carries it over to the corner, hops up and takes himself a seat on the top turnbuckle.
“Alex, you’re one of the few people I actually have a bit of respect for, and part of that is what you said earlier this week. You acknowledged the fact that I am the cornerstone of New Generation Wrestling. Without my reign as the Redemption Wrestling champion, the eyes don’t focus on us. Without my reign, redemption doesn’t sell out arenas all over the World. Without my reign, New Generation Wrestling doesn’t rise from the ashes. I made all of this possible. Devlin Scott might have put the money in and did some promotion, but I gave the fans what they needed. I gave them someone to hate. I gave them someone to boo. I gave them someone for their heroes to fight against. Every damn show, they kept watching in the hopes that it would be the night I lost the title. For two hundred and fifty days, I denied them what they wanted and it just made them watch us even more. There is a reason why I main evented almost every damn show from the start of Redemption, up to the first Wrestleforce.”
Shields just looks straight ahead at the camera as his smirk shifts into an almost sadistic grin.
“Each and every one of you watching and listening to me right now, you know that I am speaking the God damned truth. There should be a nerdy little guy with a leather bound book and a fucking quill recording what I say because it might as well be gospel. Alex Jones is at least man enough to admit it. For that, and a few other reasons, you do have my respect. Make no mistake though, I still hate your fucking guts.”
Matt hops down from the turnbuckle and walks towards the camera with the sadistic smile across his face.
“You want to know why I hate you Alex? It isn’t because years back you climbed on top of Kayla and had a two-minute seizure. I know that I am better than you in every way when it comes to that department, and I know that she has absolutely no residual feelings for you. So it’s gotta be the fact you targeted me right off the bat, right? Nope. I’ve lost count of how many jackasses have done that. It’s practically a right of passage to come in, challenge me and then fail. I don’t even hate you because you won the Global Cup and I didn’t have a chance to write the wrong from last year when I was knocked out by the flukiest win since January twenty-fifth, nineteen seventy-one when the Washington Generals managed to somehow get a 1 point win over the Harlem Globetrotters. No no no, Alex, my hatred for you is because you failed.”
Shields hangs his head down for a second as he releases a very audible sigh.
“You had the opportunity to right a terrible wrong and you failed.”
Matt brings his head up slightly and then shakes it as the disgust is evident on his face.
“You earned yourself a heavyweight title match. You were riding a wave of momentum. You are more talented than him inside that ring. Yet for some reason, you failed. So now at the end of Wrestleforce, we will either be left with a drugged up man-child walking away with the title, or a self-righteous egomaniacal little douchebag walking around with the title and probably saying that he has saved New Generation Wrestling. I might not be a fan of yours Alex, but I could have dealt with you holding that title. I could have been okay with you as the champion because you at least have one thing that neither Maverick or Cochran’s have. You have respect. You recognize what I have done and don’t sit there acting like it doesn’t matter at all and you’re better than me for some bullshit reasoning. The fact is, our match should be for the Heavyweight title. Our match should be main eventing this damn show. Our match will be the one that people talk about that. Our match will be the one that people remember. Sunday night, the two most technically proficient wrestlers in New Generation Wrestling step into the ring, and we steal the entire God damned show.”
Matt stares straight ahead for a bit, then takes a few steps back and sits right in the middle of the ring.
“Don’t disappoint me again Alex.”
He continues staring straight ahead as everything slowly fades out.