Post by Deleted on Dec 15, 2016 0:47:46 GMT -5
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Officers Washington and Reyes were at their post once more, still watching the house of Matthew Shields.
"Two God damn weeks we have been doing this, and nothing has happened."
"Oh boo fucking hoo, we're getting paid to sit around and watch the house of some tatted up honkey asshole. You rather be driving around looking for crack dealers?"
"As a matter of fact, I would."
"I'm taking this guy down, I don't know or care how, but he's going down."
"We watch the house every night, Biggs and McMillan watch the house during the day, and we've got Hooker and Pryce following him when he goes out. Two fucking weeks, six cops, and we haven't found shit. Practically every time he has left, it was to go to the damn gym, except for the two times he went to the damn grocery store and the one time he went to the arena, then that hotel."
"We should have raided the hotel."
"For what? To find him nailing some fan? Pryce said when he left in the morning, there was some blonde cougar looking chick hanging on him. Probably the same one that we saw the last few nights."
"Maybe she's part of it, like a cover or something. Or those other people we saw come over."
"Which people, the black lady that was over for a few hours? The couple that was there for about three hours, or the kind of effeminate looking guy that was there for an hour?"
"I'm gonna say the weird looking queer guy."
"What the fuck is wrong with you? You can't just call him a queer guy. You don't know if he was gay. And if he is, what's to say that he's not Shields' boyfriend?"
"Is that creepy bastard a homo?"
"I don't know. I doubt it with the blonde at the hotel and probably the same blonde coming to his house and staying for a few nights. Seriously though, you have to stop saying shit like honkey and queer guy. Oh hey look, the guy we're supposed to be secretly watching is coming over here again."
Matthew Shields comes out to the car and goes over to Reyes side.
"Officer Reyes, officer fuckbag."
"Seriously, he knows our names. Yes, I'm calling you officer fuckbag as well."
Matt smirks a little as Reyes messes with Washington, and the grizzled officer stares both of them down.
"The fuck do you want Shields?"
"I wanted to tell you that when I leave in the morning with my bags, I'm gonna be going to the airport. So tell the at cop he can stay longer at Krispy Kreme and not bother coming in the morning. Tell the one that looks like he belongs in a low rent seventies porn that he doesn't have to follow me, and you guys don't have to come back tomorrow night or ever again. When I leave tomorrow, it's the last time I'm gonna be here. The people you've seen coming, real estate agent, decorator, couple that's buying the house. So can we just put an end to this shit already?"
Matt doesn't wait for a response, just walks off shaking his head in disgust as officer Washington stares him down.
"I don't buy it."
Matt goes back in to the house, takes a look back and sees the car still there. he takes out his phone and makes a quick call.
"Alright Shang, I'm leaving the keys in the mailbox for your people. You probably want to send over that weird gay guy over for a few days first though. These damn cops are still watching the place. The old black one seems to have a hard on for taking me down. he might just keep watching it for awhile. He sees a bunch of Asian people coming in with crazy tools, he might start getting suspicious."
Matt listens for a few seconds and rolls his eyes.
"No, I'm not telling you how to run the fucking business, just some friendly damn advice. Seriously, this guy is a fucking cocksucker. All the stories you hear about bad cops, just put this assholes picture next to them."
More yelling from the other end of the phone, and again Matt rolls his eyes.
"Yea yea, it's my problem. I'm just trying to keep it from being yours. I don't want this deal getting fucked because your fat ass couldn't listen to some sound advice."
Matt listens for a few more seconds as he just gets madder and madder.
"HEY! Shut the fuck up with that gaijin bullshit, alright. Just listen to me on this, and take my advice. I want to be free of you fucks, just as much as you want to be rid of me. Give it a week before you put your people in here to make the modifications, and it should all be fine. If you get busted on shit, it's your ass, not mine."
Matt ends the phone call before Shang can yell at him more. He heads up stares, and goes over to the small studio he has to record his promos. He takes his usual spot in his chair and goes to start recording, but stops.
"Wait a minute, something is missing."
Matt remembers what it is and goes to his bedroom. he enters and looks over to see HIS Redemption Wrestling Heavyweight title, resting in the large velvet lined case he had specially made. He picks it up and looks down.
'Hello beautiful."
He gives the title a quick kiss and heads back to the studio. He rests the title along the back of the chair and sits down, but again stops.
"Something still seems off."
Matt thinks for a few seconds, then snaps his fingers before he pulls off his shirt.
"Let the people see what a champion looks like."
Matt takes his usual spot on the backwards facing chair and begins recording.
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"Get a good look at this sight everyone. You are going to be seeing it for a very long time. This title, MY title, it isn't going anywhere. I am now and will always be your champion. I am the ruler of Redemption Wrestling and King of the Heavyweights. This title will not be taken away by some false idol. Jenson, you seem to think that simply saying you're better than people, somehow makes it true. I have backed up that claim from day one here in Redemption, and it is the reason I am the champion, and you are the challenger. It is the reason YOU have to find some kind of way to pin me or make me tap out. No one has been able to do that in a one on one match, and the one person who did it, pulled it off in a ridiculous match where I was screwed over by an idiot that isn't worthy of lacing my boots."
Matt takes a few deep breaths before he gets to worked up. He looks down at this title and calms down a bit.
"Do you know what kind of responses I got when I asked people what they thought of Jenson Idol? The people who actually knew your name, only knew you as that asshole who cusses a lot. That's what you are to people Jenson. Almost nobody talked about your title reign in IPW. A handful mentioned your athletic skills and high flying prowess. Which i admit you possess both of those things. I admit that you are a talented individual inside of that ring. The problem is, all of it is overshadowed by the fact that you are an asshole. The biggest response is that you are a major asshole. That's who Jenson Idol is to people, an asshole. Hell other assholes look at you and think, 'man that guy is an asshole.' You are the asshole that other assholes aspire to be. In the World of assholes, you are the biggest. In the World of assholes, you are the best. In the World of assholes, you are the king. Congratulations Jenson, you are king of the assholes. I hope you enjoy your crown, because it is the only one you're going to be wearing for a long time, you massive gaping asshole."
Matt stares straight and and flips off the camera before he grabs up his title and strolls out of the room, walking backwards as he slings HIS title over his shoulder.
Officers Washington and Reyes were at their post once more, still watching the house of Matthew Shields.
"Two God damn weeks we have been doing this, and nothing has happened."
"Oh boo fucking hoo, we're getting paid to sit around and watch the house of some tatted up honkey asshole. You rather be driving around looking for crack dealers?"
"As a matter of fact, I would."
"I'm taking this guy down, I don't know or care how, but he's going down."
"We watch the house every night, Biggs and McMillan watch the house during the day, and we've got Hooker and Pryce following him when he goes out. Two fucking weeks, six cops, and we haven't found shit. Practically every time he has left, it was to go to the damn gym, except for the two times he went to the damn grocery store and the one time he went to the arena, then that hotel."
"We should have raided the hotel."
"For what? To find him nailing some fan? Pryce said when he left in the morning, there was some blonde cougar looking chick hanging on him. Probably the same one that we saw the last few nights."
"Maybe she's part of it, like a cover or something. Or those other people we saw come over."
"Which people, the black lady that was over for a few hours? The couple that was there for about three hours, or the kind of effeminate looking guy that was there for an hour?"
"I'm gonna say the weird looking queer guy."
"What the fuck is wrong with you? You can't just call him a queer guy. You don't know if he was gay. And if he is, what's to say that he's not Shields' boyfriend?"
"Is that creepy bastard a homo?"
"I don't know. I doubt it with the blonde at the hotel and probably the same blonde coming to his house and staying for a few nights. Seriously though, you have to stop saying shit like honkey and queer guy. Oh hey look, the guy we're supposed to be secretly watching is coming over here again."
Matthew Shields comes out to the car and goes over to Reyes side.
"Officer Reyes, officer fuckbag."
"Seriously, he knows our names. Yes, I'm calling you officer fuckbag as well."
Matt smirks a little as Reyes messes with Washington, and the grizzled officer stares both of them down.
"The fuck do you want Shields?"
"I wanted to tell you that when I leave in the morning with my bags, I'm gonna be going to the airport. So tell the at cop he can stay longer at Krispy Kreme and not bother coming in the morning. Tell the one that looks like he belongs in a low rent seventies porn that he doesn't have to follow me, and you guys don't have to come back tomorrow night or ever again. When I leave tomorrow, it's the last time I'm gonna be here. The people you've seen coming, real estate agent, decorator, couple that's buying the house. So can we just put an end to this shit already?"
Matt doesn't wait for a response, just walks off shaking his head in disgust as officer Washington stares him down.
"I don't buy it."
Matt goes back in to the house, takes a look back and sees the car still there. he takes out his phone and makes a quick call.
"Alright Shang, I'm leaving the keys in the mailbox for your people. You probably want to send over that weird gay guy over for a few days first though. These damn cops are still watching the place. The old black one seems to have a hard on for taking me down. he might just keep watching it for awhile. He sees a bunch of Asian people coming in with crazy tools, he might start getting suspicious."
Matt listens for a few seconds and rolls his eyes.
"No, I'm not telling you how to run the fucking business, just some friendly damn advice. Seriously, this guy is a fucking cocksucker. All the stories you hear about bad cops, just put this assholes picture next to them."
More yelling from the other end of the phone, and again Matt rolls his eyes.
"Yea yea, it's my problem. I'm just trying to keep it from being yours. I don't want this deal getting fucked because your fat ass couldn't listen to some sound advice."
Matt listens for a few more seconds as he just gets madder and madder.
"HEY! Shut the fuck up with that gaijin bullshit, alright. Just listen to me on this, and take my advice. I want to be free of you fucks, just as much as you want to be rid of me. Give it a week before you put your people in here to make the modifications, and it should all be fine. If you get busted on shit, it's your ass, not mine."
Matt ends the phone call before Shang can yell at him more. He heads up stares, and goes over to the small studio he has to record his promos. He takes his usual spot in his chair and goes to start recording, but stops.
"Wait a minute, something is missing."
Matt remembers what it is and goes to his bedroom. he enters and looks over to see HIS Redemption Wrestling Heavyweight title, resting in the large velvet lined case he had specially made. He picks it up and looks down.
'Hello beautiful."
He gives the title a quick kiss and heads back to the studio. He rests the title along the back of the chair and sits down, but again stops.
"Something still seems off."
Matt thinks for a few seconds, then snaps his fingers before he pulls off his shirt.
"Let the people see what a champion looks like."
Matt takes his usual spot on the backwards facing chair and begins recording.
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"Get a good look at this sight everyone. You are going to be seeing it for a very long time. This title, MY title, it isn't going anywhere. I am now and will always be your champion. I am the ruler of Redemption Wrestling and King of the Heavyweights. This title will not be taken away by some false idol. Jenson, you seem to think that simply saying you're better than people, somehow makes it true. I have backed up that claim from day one here in Redemption, and it is the reason I am the champion, and you are the challenger. It is the reason YOU have to find some kind of way to pin me or make me tap out. No one has been able to do that in a one on one match, and the one person who did it, pulled it off in a ridiculous match where I was screwed over by an idiot that isn't worthy of lacing my boots."
Matt takes a few deep breaths before he gets to worked up. He looks down at this title and calms down a bit.
"Do you know what kind of responses I got when I asked people what they thought of Jenson Idol? The people who actually knew your name, only knew you as that asshole who cusses a lot. That's what you are to people Jenson. Almost nobody talked about your title reign in IPW. A handful mentioned your athletic skills and high flying prowess. Which i admit you possess both of those things. I admit that you are a talented individual inside of that ring. The problem is, all of it is overshadowed by the fact that you are an asshole. The biggest response is that you are a major asshole. That's who Jenson Idol is to people, an asshole. Hell other assholes look at you and think, 'man that guy is an asshole.' You are the asshole that other assholes aspire to be. In the World of assholes, you are the biggest. In the World of assholes, you are the best. In the World of assholes, you are the king. Congratulations Jenson, you are king of the assholes. I hope you enjoy your crown, because it is the only one you're going to be wearing for a long time, you massive gaping asshole."
Matt stares straight and and flips off the camera before he grabs up his title and strolls out of the room, walking backwards as he slings HIS title over his shoulder.
