Post by Deleted on Jan 29, 2017 16:00:22 GMT -5
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"What are you doing here Shields?"
Matthew Shields sat in a large black leather chair, stsring over a desk at the face of a fairly young Japanese man.
"You know exactly why I'm here Kunzai."
"Unless it is to apologize for your betrayal, I don't know why you area."
"Did that bitch Kazunori not give you my message? Sulking because of the ass kicking I gave him or still broken up that Koshiro finally realized he could do better."
"Always with the gay jokes. You may be overcompensating there Matthew."
Kunzai smirked at him and Shields actually laughed a little bit.
"Kazunori told me your message, but I don't believe him. Either you are fucking my sister again, or she's roped you in to this plan she has to take over."
"Neither one actually, but that last part is why I'm here."
Shields leans forward and runs his fingers along the edge of a ceremonial dagger Kunzai keeps on his desk.
"Still have this, huh?
Kunzai doesn't say anything, he just looks straight ahead at Shields. Matt picks up the dagger and sits back in his chair.
"It's a good thing you already know what Kiara wants to do. Save us the trouble of me explaining it. Here's the thing Kunzai, I can end this little coup of hers, before it ever starts."
"Why would you do that?"
"Because you're going to pay me for it."
"Is that so?"
"Ten million. You're gonna pay me and all of this ends. We both know that I could go to her right now and give her more than enough information to cripple your enterprise. Or, and this is another thing that both of us know. I could just kill you right here and now. That's what Kiara would like."
Kunzai looks at Shields and starts to move his hand under the desk.
"Don't reach for your gun. I don't want to kill you. If I did, I already would have. I want to help you keep your power."
"There has to be more to this than just money. You loved my sister, why turn on her?
"Because, while I may hate you, I know that once this is over, I can count on you to keep your word and leave me the hell alone. if I help Kiara, she'll never let me go. I looked in to her eyes when she tricked me in to meeting here. I honestly can't tell if she still loves me or if she despises me. Either way, one of two things happens if she takes over. She's either going to have me killed after I've done her dirty work, or she's going to find a way to keep me here in Japan with her."
"I could not tell you which it is. She has not spoken to me for quite some time. What exactly is your plan to get rid of her?"
"We use the law against her. I know you have people in the police. I go in, after they check me, I place a call to you, you record it, and when she asks me to kill you for her, because she knows that I can still get this close to you, we have her."
"You're certain that she'll ask you to kill me?"
"She might ask me to expose some of your secretes first, but I just tell her that everything I could tell, would also implicate me. Look, having me kill you is either plan A or B for her. We literally just have to wait for her to ask. Give the cops evidence, make sure the judge is one of yours and she's gone for at least ten years."
"Well if the judge is one of mine, she will be gone for good, but somewhere nice. She is my sister after all."
"So we have a deal? I get her out of the way, you give me ten million, actually, make it twenty, you know that you can afford it. After that we are done with each other forever?"
Kunzai takes a few seconds to think, then stands and extends his hand. Shields sits the dagger back down, stands and shakes Kunai's hand, then they both bow.
"I'll go and see her tomorrow. When I call you, let it go to voicemail."
"Yes."
Kunzai bows once more, as does Shields before he takes his leave.
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Matthew Shields stands outside on a balcony overlooking the Kobe Harborland. He wears a simple black t-shirt and jeans, his title resting on his shoulder.
"Champions, challengers. That's sort of the match we have this week. Luke Knux and Silas pulled a victory out of their asses and earned a tag team title shot. Well I'm not sure earned is the right word to use. They had to do what the Black Light District always does to win, cheat. I'm not one to judge someone for bending or breaking the rules, Devil knows I've done it myself plenty of times. I've also won plenty of matches without doing it. I don't know if any of the bitchass loser dickheads can say that. Still they are the challengers for my partners this week, the tag team champions, Rebel Ink. Now their third, that neanderthal, he is the farthest thing away from being a challenger for my title."
Matt looks down at his title and smirks.
"Now, I could stand here and talk about their stupid name, but we already know that they're unintelligent, unoriginal assholes. I could sit here and talk about myself and Rebel Ink being at the top of the mountain, and our opponents not even having a clue of how to scale it. I could sit here and talk about the fact that while myself and the Graves' might not be friends, we know how to get the job done and they clearly know how to work together as a team. I could sit here and talk about the fact that Mikhail Reinhardt isn't going to give a shit about this match, so their safety net is gone. Honestly, I could spend hours upon hours upon hours, talking about the flaws of the black light district, but that would bore everyone watching, and more importantly, myself. So I am simply going to say this to the three assholes we face. I am going to do everything I can to break at least one of your arms."
Matt stares straight at the camera and slowly lets an evil smirk cross over his face before the feed ends.
"What are you doing here Shields?"
Matthew Shields sat in a large black leather chair, stsring over a desk at the face of a fairly young Japanese man.
"You know exactly why I'm here Kunzai."
"Unless it is to apologize for your betrayal, I don't know why you area."
"Did that bitch Kazunori not give you my message? Sulking because of the ass kicking I gave him or still broken up that Koshiro finally realized he could do better."
"Always with the gay jokes. You may be overcompensating there Matthew."
Kunzai smirked at him and Shields actually laughed a little bit.
"Kazunori told me your message, but I don't believe him. Either you are fucking my sister again, or she's roped you in to this plan she has to take over."
"Neither one actually, but that last part is why I'm here."
Shields leans forward and runs his fingers along the edge of a ceremonial dagger Kunzai keeps on his desk.
"Still have this, huh?
Kunzai doesn't say anything, he just looks straight ahead at Shields. Matt picks up the dagger and sits back in his chair.
"It's a good thing you already know what Kiara wants to do. Save us the trouble of me explaining it. Here's the thing Kunzai, I can end this little coup of hers, before it ever starts."
"Why would you do that?"
"Because you're going to pay me for it."
"Is that so?"
"Ten million. You're gonna pay me and all of this ends. We both know that I could go to her right now and give her more than enough information to cripple your enterprise. Or, and this is another thing that both of us know. I could just kill you right here and now. That's what Kiara would like."
Kunzai looks at Shields and starts to move his hand under the desk.
"Don't reach for your gun. I don't want to kill you. If I did, I already would have. I want to help you keep your power."
"There has to be more to this than just money. You loved my sister, why turn on her?
"Because, while I may hate you, I know that once this is over, I can count on you to keep your word and leave me the hell alone. if I help Kiara, she'll never let me go. I looked in to her eyes when she tricked me in to meeting here. I honestly can't tell if she still loves me or if she despises me. Either way, one of two things happens if she takes over. She's either going to have me killed after I've done her dirty work, or she's going to find a way to keep me here in Japan with her."
"I could not tell you which it is. She has not spoken to me for quite some time. What exactly is your plan to get rid of her?"
"We use the law against her. I know you have people in the police. I go in, after they check me, I place a call to you, you record it, and when she asks me to kill you for her, because she knows that I can still get this close to you, we have her."
"You're certain that she'll ask you to kill me?"
"She might ask me to expose some of your secretes first, but I just tell her that everything I could tell, would also implicate me. Look, having me kill you is either plan A or B for her. We literally just have to wait for her to ask. Give the cops evidence, make sure the judge is one of yours and she's gone for at least ten years."
"Well if the judge is one of mine, she will be gone for good, but somewhere nice. She is my sister after all."
"So we have a deal? I get her out of the way, you give me ten million, actually, make it twenty, you know that you can afford it. After that we are done with each other forever?"
Kunzai takes a few seconds to think, then stands and extends his hand. Shields sits the dagger back down, stands and shakes Kunai's hand, then they both bow.
"I'll go and see her tomorrow. When I call you, let it go to voicemail."
"Yes."
Kunzai bows once more, as does Shields before he takes his leave.
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Matthew Shields stands outside on a balcony overlooking the Kobe Harborland. He wears a simple black t-shirt and jeans, his title resting on his shoulder.
"Champions, challengers. That's sort of the match we have this week. Luke Knux and Silas pulled a victory out of their asses and earned a tag team title shot. Well I'm not sure earned is the right word to use. They had to do what the Black Light District always does to win, cheat. I'm not one to judge someone for bending or breaking the rules, Devil knows I've done it myself plenty of times. I've also won plenty of matches without doing it. I don't know if any of the bitchass loser dickheads can say that. Still they are the challengers for my partners this week, the tag team champions, Rebel Ink. Now their third, that neanderthal, he is the farthest thing away from being a challenger for my title."
Matt looks down at his title and smirks.
"Now, I could stand here and talk about their stupid name, but we already know that they're unintelligent, unoriginal assholes. I could sit here and talk about myself and Rebel Ink being at the top of the mountain, and our opponents not even having a clue of how to scale it. I could sit here and talk about the fact that while myself and the Graves' might not be friends, we know how to get the job done and they clearly know how to work together as a team. I could sit here and talk about the fact that Mikhail Reinhardt isn't going to give a shit about this match, so their safety net is gone. Honestly, I could spend hours upon hours upon hours, talking about the flaws of the black light district, but that would bore everyone watching, and more importantly, myself. So I am simply going to say this to the three assholes we face. I am going to do everything I can to break at least one of your arms."
Matt stares straight at the camera and slowly lets an evil smirk cross over his face before the feed ends.
