Post by Deleted on Feb 26, 2017 0:40:03 GMT -5
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Matthew Shields sits in the middle of a wrestling ring, inside of a small dimly lit building. In the area above, a few young Japanese wrestlers can be seen cleaning and doing laundry. In front of him sits the Redemption Wrestling Heavyweight title.
"Four months. Four damn months I have waited for this match. Four months I have waited to banish one of the very few blemishes from my record. Four months I have waited to get back the win that was stolen from me. October twenty third, two thousand sixteen. The single biggest win in the history of John Blade's career, and a date that has been seared in to the back of my brain since it happened. I have waited for this John. I knew this moment would come, and when you and I step in to that ring on Sunday, I am going to prove that that win was a complete and total fluke. I am going to prove that without a jealous petty idiotic tag partner who cared more about making some kind of stupid statement, than he did winning a match, you don't hold a candle to me. John, there is a reason why I have held this"
Matt picks up his title and lays it over his shoulder as he takes a quick breath.
"For over one hundred and fifty days, while you held that New Generation title for fourteen. There is a reason why I was put in a Heavyweight title qualifying match, and you were relegated to a second tier belt, John. There is a reason why my record is so much better than yours. I have one truly legitimate loss on my damn record. Not gonna count a damn tag match where my partners let me down. Damn sure not counting the match where some jackass who's ankle I ended up breaking, interfered and gave my opponent a DQ win, and well we all know the other one. Your moment in the sun. Your big victory. Your chance to move up the rankings and catapult yourself in to title contention. Only none of that happened. You went out the next week, and lost. That's what you do John. You get a lucky win here and there, then you lose. Hell, the only wins you have during your time in this company, the two at Zero Hour, and then the fluke against me. That is it for you John, and two of those were handed to you on a damn silver platter."
Matthew stands up and raises the title high in the air.
"I want you to take a good look at this image John. Study it, memorize it, let it burn in to your damn retinas, because it is the exact same image you will be seeing on Sunday Night. This is the exact thing you will see after I prove that you were not, are not, and never will be on my level. This is the image you will see after I defeat you and continue my never ending title reign."
Matt stands tall in the middle of the ring, still holding his title as the camera fades out.
Matthew Shields sits in the middle of a wrestling ring, inside of a small dimly lit building. In the area above, a few young Japanese wrestlers can be seen cleaning and doing laundry. In front of him sits the Redemption Wrestling Heavyweight title.
"Four months. Four damn months I have waited for this match. Four months I have waited to banish one of the very few blemishes from my record. Four months I have waited to get back the win that was stolen from me. October twenty third, two thousand sixteen. The single biggest win in the history of John Blade's career, and a date that has been seared in to the back of my brain since it happened. I have waited for this John. I knew this moment would come, and when you and I step in to that ring on Sunday, I am going to prove that that win was a complete and total fluke. I am going to prove that without a jealous petty idiotic tag partner who cared more about making some kind of stupid statement, than he did winning a match, you don't hold a candle to me. John, there is a reason why I have held this"
Matt picks up his title and lays it over his shoulder as he takes a quick breath.
"For over one hundred and fifty days, while you held that New Generation title for fourteen. There is a reason why I was put in a Heavyweight title qualifying match, and you were relegated to a second tier belt, John. There is a reason why my record is so much better than yours. I have one truly legitimate loss on my damn record. Not gonna count a damn tag match where my partners let me down. Damn sure not counting the match where some jackass who's ankle I ended up breaking, interfered and gave my opponent a DQ win, and well we all know the other one. Your moment in the sun. Your big victory. Your chance to move up the rankings and catapult yourself in to title contention. Only none of that happened. You went out the next week, and lost. That's what you do John. You get a lucky win here and there, then you lose. Hell, the only wins you have during your time in this company, the two at Zero Hour, and then the fluke against me. That is it for you John, and two of those were handed to you on a damn silver platter."
Matthew stands up and raises the title high in the air.
"I want you to take a good look at this image John. Study it, memorize it, let it burn in to your damn retinas, because it is the exact same image you will be seeing on Sunday Night. This is the exact thing you will see after I prove that you were not, are not, and never will be on my level. This is the image you will see after I defeat you and continue my never ending title reign."
Matt stands tall in the middle of the ring, still holding his title as the camera fades out.
