Post by Deleted on Sept 20, 2016 23:55:46 GMT -5
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"So, you're going back to the ring, huh?"
Matthew Shields sat on a large dark brown leather couch and just nodded his head as he looked across the room at his cousin, the recently retired Chris Shields.
"Retirement was... boring."
Matt sighed and rolled his eyes slightly as he looked over at Chris who was looking behind him as he heard a cry from the nursery of his newly born son, Clark. It stopped fairly quickly, as his wife Kahlan 'Bliss' Fischer-Shields was taking care of him. He knew it was half because she was a new mother, and half because she despised Matt and didn't want to see him.
"So are you still gonna do that whole violent sociopathic asshole thing?"
"Well, you're out of wrestling and still doing the whole judgemental holier than thou sparkling douchbag thing. Why wouldn't I continue to be myself when I go back to the ring?"
"Because this crazy ass bastard making out with a barbed wire baseball bat that's not you. Don't forget who trained you at first. I remember when you were a kid intent on becoming the best and doing things the right way."
Matt gave a half hearted chuckle in Chris' direction.
"You remember what I wanted you to think. I wanted to wrestle, and nobody around would train me because they were worried you might get mad about it, so I had to find some way to convince you to do it. I couldn't come to you and tell you that I wanted to get in the ring and hurt people."
Chris doesn't say anything to Matt, just looks down at the floor and sighs.
"And you really don't understand why your the 'black sheep' of the family? I was hoping that I could talk to the cousin I knew, but I guess that was all just one big does of bullshit, and all there is, is a self obsessed violent piece of shit."
Matt stands up from the couch and starts to walk out, but stops before he reaches the door.
"I never wondered why I was the black sheep of the family. I get it, I'm an asshole, I'm selfish, I'm violent. The question I had was why couldn't any of you just accept that and not constantly give me shit? Maybe it's all of you that made me what I am."
Matt shook his head and walked out, making sure to slam the door behind him, hoping to wake up the baby.
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Matthew Shields sits in a plain black metal folding chair, staring straight forward.
"Here we are again. Me sitting in front of a camera, recording something that a bunch of idiots might watch and not understand. The more things change, the more they really do stay the same. Well, except for me. Up to now, you haven't really gotten the real Matthew Shields. Now I'm sure all the IPW fans that will watch this think they know exactly who Matthew Shields is, but you're wrong. So for all of you, the other six people in Heavyweight Title qualifying matches, and my opponent who tossed out the tired old bullshit line of 'I've never heard of this guy', let me go ahead and teach you about who I really am."
Matt takes a few seconds, brushes a small strand of hair that fell over his eye and stares straight forward.
"I am an awful person. When I say that there's only a handful of people that I actually like in this World, I truly mean it. When I say that I want to break someone's arm or leg, I truly mean it. When I told Emma Dylan that she was the worst thing that ever happened to me, I truly meant it. In IPW, I let myself get distracted. I let myself get complacent. I became weak. So I got rid of the distraction, I went away, and I tried to tap in to that violence that I'd pushed to the side. Problem is, it takes more than a couple of weeks to purge yourself of distractions and weakness. So I kept on losing. I kept on failing, and I kept on not being quite able to let go of those distractions. So I left, I hung up the boots and walked out."
Matt stops again and looks down at the floor.
"Then something wonderful started to happen."
Matt looks back up to the camera as his upper lip slightly curls up into a smirk.
"I became more and more able to tap in to the violent side of myself. I pushed myself with more intensive MMA training. I found underground bare knuckle boxing fights. I came back to a place that felt like home. I went out and hunted again, not with some fancy rifle, a bow, a handful of arrows, and a knife. I finally had ways of feeling like myself again, but there was still something missing. Then my opportunity presented itself. Redemption Wrestling. Born from the ashes of the place where I had lost myself. Now that I'm finally the man I always should have been. Now that I am finally the violent, sadistic, methodical, bastard hell bent on erasing his legacy of failure, I'm ready to be the champion I should have been before."
Matt stopped, stood up from the chair and walked towards the camera, then knelt down in front of it, his face not even a foot away.
"So I want Kaylee Kassie, Giovanna Mancini, Mark Storm, Avery Miles III, Dick Devereaux, Noah McKnight, and especially Journeyman Phillips, to get a good look at this face. This is the face of the man who is going to destroy you. This is the face of the man who is willing to break you in half to get what he wants. This is the face of a man who has absolutely nothing in life to lose. So you make sure you train, you watch tape, you hit the gym, you run on that treadmill, you do everything you can think of. None of it is going to matter. In fact, Phillips, I want you yo get down on those worn out knees of yours, look high up in to that sky, and you pray to whatever god you believe in. I promise you, I won't be listening."
Matt stares into the camera for a few seconds, then shoves it over before it fades off to black.
"So, you're going back to the ring, huh?"
Matthew Shields sat on a large dark brown leather couch and just nodded his head as he looked across the room at his cousin, the recently retired Chris Shields.
"Retirement was... boring."
Matt sighed and rolled his eyes slightly as he looked over at Chris who was looking behind him as he heard a cry from the nursery of his newly born son, Clark. It stopped fairly quickly, as his wife Kahlan 'Bliss' Fischer-Shields was taking care of him. He knew it was half because she was a new mother, and half because she despised Matt and didn't want to see him.
"So are you still gonna do that whole violent sociopathic asshole thing?"
"Well, you're out of wrestling and still doing the whole judgemental holier than thou sparkling douchbag thing. Why wouldn't I continue to be myself when I go back to the ring?"
"Because this crazy ass bastard making out with a barbed wire baseball bat that's not you. Don't forget who trained you at first. I remember when you were a kid intent on becoming the best and doing things the right way."
Matt gave a half hearted chuckle in Chris' direction.
"You remember what I wanted you to think. I wanted to wrestle, and nobody around would train me because they were worried you might get mad about it, so I had to find some way to convince you to do it. I couldn't come to you and tell you that I wanted to get in the ring and hurt people."
Chris doesn't say anything to Matt, just looks down at the floor and sighs.
"And you really don't understand why your the 'black sheep' of the family? I was hoping that I could talk to the cousin I knew, but I guess that was all just one big does of bullshit, and all there is, is a self obsessed violent piece of shit."
Matt stands up from the couch and starts to walk out, but stops before he reaches the door.
"I never wondered why I was the black sheep of the family. I get it, I'm an asshole, I'm selfish, I'm violent. The question I had was why couldn't any of you just accept that and not constantly give me shit? Maybe it's all of you that made me what I am."
Matt shook his head and walked out, making sure to slam the door behind him, hoping to wake up the baby.
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[[[ON CAMERA]]]
Matthew Shields sits in a plain black metal folding chair, staring straight forward.
"Here we are again. Me sitting in front of a camera, recording something that a bunch of idiots might watch and not understand. The more things change, the more they really do stay the same. Well, except for me. Up to now, you haven't really gotten the real Matthew Shields. Now I'm sure all the IPW fans that will watch this think they know exactly who Matthew Shields is, but you're wrong. So for all of you, the other six people in Heavyweight Title qualifying matches, and my opponent who tossed out the tired old bullshit line of 'I've never heard of this guy', let me go ahead and teach you about who I really am."
Matt takes a few seconds, brushes a small strand of hair that fell over his eye and stares straight forward.
"I am an awful person. When I say that there's only a handful of people that I actually like in this World, I truly mean it. When I say that I want to break someone's arm or leg, I truly mean it. When I told Emma Dylan that she was the worst thing that ever happened to me, I truly meant it. In IPW, I let myself get distracted. I let myself get complacent. I became weak. So I got rid of the distraction, I went away, and I tried to tap in to that violence that I'd pushed to the side. Problem is, it takes more than a couple of weeks to purge yourself of distractions and weakness. So I kept on losing. I kept on failing, and I kept on not being quite able to let go of those distractions. So I left, I hung up the boots and walked out."
Matt stops again and looks down at the floor.
"Then something wonderful started to happen."
Matt looks back up to the camera as his upper lip slightly curls up into a smirk.
"I became more and more able to tap in to the violent side of myself. I pushed myself with more intensive MMA training. I found underground bare knuckle boxing fights. I came back to a place that felt like home. I went out and hunted again, not with some fancy rifle, a bow, a handful of arrows, and a knife. I finally had ways of feeling like myself again, but there was still something missing. Then my opportunity presented itself. Redemption Wrestling. Born from the ashes of the place where I had lost myself. Now that I'm finally the man I always should have been. Now that I am finally the violent, sadistic, methodical, bastard hell bent on erasing his legacy of failure, I'm ready to be the champion I should have been before."
Matt stopped, stood up from the chair and walked towards the camera, then knelt down in front of it, his face not even a foot away.
"So I want Kaylee Kassie, Giovanna Mancini, Mark Storm, Avery Miles III, Dick Devereaux, Noah McKnight, and especially Journeyman Phillips, to get a good look at this face. This is the face of the man who is going to destroy you. This is the face of the man who is willing to break you in half to get what he wants. This is the face of a man who has absolutely nothing in life to lose. So you make sure you train, you watch tape, you hit the gym, you run on that treadmill, you do everything you can think of. None of it is going to matter. In fact, Phillips, I want you yo get down on those worn out knees of yours, look high up in to that sky, and you pray to whatever god you believe in. I promise you, I won't be listening."
Matt stares into the camera for a few seconds, then shoves it over before it fades off to black.
