Post by Deleted on Apr 8, 2017 17:39:26 GMT -5
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“Dallas Police, please open the door.”
A young redheaded officer stands outside the door of a very large almost palatial like house. After a few seconds, a young woman opens the door.
“Is Matthew Shields here?”
As he says that, Matthew Shields comes walking down the steps clad in black dress pants and a dark green t-shirt.
“How may the King of The Heavyweights assist you constable?”
As he says this, and older black officer walks into the house and smirks as he sees Shields.
“Remember me motherfucker?”
Shields stops in his tracks and takes a deep gasp.
“How dare you speak to me in such a manner. Officer..”
Matt looks down his name tag, then back to his face.
“Washington.”
“I told you I was gonna bust your ass, and it’s time. We got that damn warrant and we’re taking your ass in.”
“I have done nothing to warrant this foul treatment.”
The other officer looks at Shields as he pulls his cuffs.
“Mister Shields, we just need you to come in and answer some questions. I do have to put the cuffs on you, it’s policy.”
“You may ask whatever questions you need ask, right here.”
“You resisting? Please tell me your stupid ass is resisting.”
Officer Washington goes for his tazer, but the younger officer stops him.
“Seriously, you’re going to ruin this entire thing. I thought Reyes was just being dramatic, but holy shit I understand why he asked for a transfer.”
The younger officer turns back to Matt.
“Mister Shields, it’s not our questions you need to answer. We’re just doing our job. Please don’t make this any more difficult than it needs to be.”
“Very well, I will go and speaketh to the magistrate. We will address these false accusations post haste.”
Matt puts his hands behind his back and the young officer starts cuffing him as Kayla Richards starts coming down the stairs clad in a short black dress.
“What the hell is going on?”
She steps forward and stands in between the two officers and Matt, she folds her arms over her chest as Officer Washington looks her up and down licking his lips. Kayla turns to Matt with concern on her face, her eyebrows raised.
“Baby what’s going on?”
“Tis nothing to worry about mine queen. Some allegations are being levied at me by this corrupt officer. I will go to the magistrate and sort this out. I assure you I will be back before the sun sets.”
Officer Washington rolls his eyes.
“The fuck are you babbling about right now? Your ass is gonna go to prison. That house you had, it was being used to bring in illegal immigrants that were getting used as drug mules.”
“I was never a party to said activities, officer fuckstick.”
The younger officer laughs a little at the one.
“Miss, we just have to take him down to the station.”
Kayla shakes her head and growls, her emerald green eyes burning as her fists ball up, she tilts her head and steps forward as the younger officer seems to take a small half step back, the older officer shakes his head, his hand still on his tazer meaning to use it on Kayla.
“You’re not taking my fiance anywhere, this is his home, his castle and frankly I don’t trust either of you. So no….Matt is staying here with me….”
Things stay tense as Kayla growls again, her mother Lucy Richards, an older woman looking very similar to Kayla, dressed in a long black dress steps from the house, she shakes her head and moves her hand on Kayla’s shoulder.
“Calm down Kay….I’m sure these officers are just here to do their job...and I’m sure Matthew is innocent of all charges or suspicions….isn’t that right Matthew?”
She turns and smiles at him with a nod.
“Of course. Officer, will you allow me to kiss mine queen goodbye and reassure her?
“Hell naw, I ain’t”
“If you promise to come with us, that’s fine, and you know what screw the cuffs, you’re coming willingly, right?”
“Of course officer Sharan.”
Matt walks over to Kayla and kisses her.
“I will be back before you know it mine queen. Do not worry about these fraudulent claims.”
Matt pulls her close and gives her another kiss, then hugs Lucy.
“Thank you.”
Matt turns back to the officers and nods his head. Washington looks pissed and just storms off to the car as officer Sharan looks very relieved.
“I’m glad it didn’t get crazy. I’m actually kind of a fan.”
“Huzzah, a member of the Kingdom of Shields”
Kayla shakes her head and looks at her mother before bursting forward grabbing Matt around the neck kissing him hard and sighing.
“You go with them but come back to me as soon as you can, we’ll call your lawyer okay baby?....”
Kayla looks at the younger officer.
“You said you were a fan?....you take care of him. If anything happens to him, one bruise, one mark, a fucking hair missing, the things he’s done to people will seem like nothing compared to what I do to you and that old bastard...you hear me?”
Kayla sighs deeply and lets go of him looking down at her ring. Officer Sharan nods his head as he looks visibly shaken
“Just questions, that’s all it is miss.”
Officer Sharan takes Shields to the back of the car and ushers him in.
“Holy fuck, she is terrifying.”
“Tis the love of my life you speak of, and if you cross her, you will truly know what terrifying is.”
Officer Sharan nods, closes the door and gets in the car. Matt looks out the window and blows a kiss to Kayla before they pull away.
TWO HOURS LATER
"I have answered all of your questions sergeant Unless you wish to bring the Magistrate before me, we are finished."
Matthew Shields sits in a small metal chair, staring defiantly straight ahead at an older white man. The man sighs and shakes his head as he turns to officer Washington.
"The guy has nothing. Seriously, he came in on his own, has proof he sold the house, we really can't hold him any longer."
"He's gonna crack, I know it, ask him about the money again."
The sergeant sighs once more and turns back to Shields.
"Alright, you sold your house to someone we can tie to the Yakuza, and then a month later, you have millions of dollars. That's pretty damn suspicious."
"The house was sold by a realtor, I had no knowledge of the buyer. As for the money, that was procured through a business transaction during my travels to the land of the rising sun."
The door to the small office suddenly burst open and a small crazy eyed man walks inside.
"STOP! My name is Howard Ira Stein, and you will not question my client any longer."
"Actually, we're done."
"The hell we are."
"WHO ARE YOU? WHO ARE YOU? WHO ARE YOU?"
Howard is right in the face of Washington, well technically his chest.
"I'm the leading officer on this."
"You mean the man that has been harassing Mister Shields for months?"
Howard stares him down, and Washington looks ready to punch him, but the sergeant stops him.
"Officer, step outside."
Washington storms off, slamming the door behind him.
"So you brought in my client, spoke to him without a lawyer, and allowed the officer who clearly has a personal vendetta to be in here during that time? Were you also aware that my client suffered a recent head injury? So even if there was a single incriminating thing said, which would be impossible since Matthew Shields is a pillar of the community, a fine upstanding citizen, and one of the greatest men I have ever had the privilege of knowing, it would in no way be admissible in court."
"Look, he came in on his own, he answered the questions, and there's nothing, he's free to go."
"Of course he is, and I will be filing charges against Officer Washington. You would be wise to take care of things with him, lest those charges are levied against this entire department."
The sergeant doesn't say a word, he just walks over to the door and opens it.
"You're free to leave Mister Shields."
Howard walks over to Matt and bows.
"Let us take out leave my liege."
Matthew stands up and walks out with his head held high, Howard walks behind him as the sergeant gives him a weird look.
"Like I said, head injury."
Howard walks out as the sergeant closes the door behind him and sits down.
"I'm too old for this fucking shit.
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A large oversized throne fills the view of the camera. Gold arms, covered with purple velvet, lions heads carved in to the arms, paws serving as the feet. On the throne sits the Redemption Wrestling heavyweight title. Everything is still for a good ten seconds, then Matthew Shields walks in, clad in purple pants trimmed in gold, a white tunic, a large purple cape trimmed in gold and his crown. He picks up the title, sits on the throne, then looks down at the belt, holding it in both hands.
"One hundred and ninety eight days. As of April ninth two thousand and seventeen, I will have been Redemption Wrestling Heavyweight champion for one hundred and ninety eight days. Upon that night, I will dispatch yet another would be usurper, and mine reign will continue. Two hundred days, three hundred days, five hundred days, a thousand days, ten thousand days. Mine reign is eternal, and I will dispatch of all the would be usurpers. As of today, I have dispatched thirteen challengers to mine title and mine throne. Zachary Knight will be the fourteenth, and then I will move on to the fifteenth. There is no man or woman capable of wresting this title from mine grasp. There is no man or woman truly worthy to take The King's Bounty. All will try, and all will fail. When I say that all will kneel, whether by choice or by force, it is not some clever little catch phrase. It is a promise, it is a guarantee, it is predestined. I will defeat each and every single person who does not willingly accept their place in mine kingdom."
He sits the title down in his lap and finally looks up at the camera.
"If you do accept your place within mine kingdom, your life can be quite enjoyable. I care not for the New Gen title, the Genesis title, the tag team titles, the Young Lions title. There are not my concern, and if you accept that one of these is the highest you will ever rise, you can be quite happy. If not, you may end up like Mark Storm or Jenson Idol, gone from the land of Redemption. Perhaps you will end up like Yujiro, fallen so low, and all but forgotten. Or perhaps, you will end up like Zachary Knight will. Outmatched, out wrestled, and outclassed. A man who views himself as a technical master. A man who believes that he is carrying on a great legacy. Mister Knight, I to have family that plied their craft inside the squared circle. I however, do not need to rely on the past. I need never mention my family, for I am more than good enough on mine own. People think of me as a bit of a mad man, a sadistic evil bastard, but they forget that I am a master tactician. No King rules over a kingdom for as long as I have, without knowing the art of war."
Matt looks down at the title once more and smiles.
"During our contest, I will show you that I am indeed the finest technical wrestler to ever grace a ring. I will destroy you with precision, accuracy, and pure technique. I am The King of the Heavyweights because I can do all these things and more. I reign over Redemption because there is not a single person on this planet who can math my mastery of the grappling arts. I assure you of these two things Mister Knight, you will learn why I am The One True King, and you will fall to my ability to pick an opponent apart like no other. So sayeth King Matthew the First."
Matt stretches his arms wide as he leans back in his throne and the camera slowly fades out.
BOOM
BOOM
BOOM
“Dallas Police, please open the door.”
A young redheaded officer stands outside the door of a very large almost palatial like house. After a few seconds, a young woman opens the door.
“Is Matthew Shields here?”
As he says that, Matthew Shields comes walking down the steps clad in black dress pants and a dark green t-shirt.
“How may the King of The Heavyweights assist you constable?”
As he says this, and older black officer walks into the house and smirks as he sees Shields.
“Remember me motherfucker?”
Shields stops in his tracks and takes a deep gasp.
“How dare you speak to me in such a manner. Officer..”
Matt looks down his name tag, then back to his face.
“Washington.”
“I told you I was gonna bust your ass, and it’s time. We got that damn warrant and we’re taking your ass in.”
“I have done nothing to warrant this foul treatment.”
The other officer looks at Shields as he pulls his cuffs.
“Mister Shields, we just need you to come in and answer some questions. I do have to put the cuffs on you, it’s policy.”
“You may ask whatever questions you need ask, right here.”
“You resisting? Please tell me your stupid ass is resisting.”
Officer Washington goes for his tazer, but the younger officer stops him.
“Seriously, you’re going to ruin this entire thing. I thought Reyes was just being dramatic, but holy shit I understand why he asked for a transfer.”
The younger officer turns back to Matt.
“Mister Shields, it’s not our questions you need to answer. We’re just doing our job. Please don’t make this any more difficult than it needs to be.”
“Very well, I will go and speaketh to the magistrate. We will address these false accusations post haste.”
Matt puts his hands behind his back and the young officer starts cuffing him as Kayla Richards starts coming down the stairs clad in a short black dress.
“What the hell is going on?”
She steps forward and stands in between the two officers and Matt, she folds her arms over her chest as Officer Washington looks her up and down licking his lips. Kayla turns to Matt with concern on her face, her eyebrows raised.
“Baby what’s going on?”
“Tis nothing to worry about mine queen. Some allegations are being levied at me by this corrupt officer. I will go to the magistrate and sort this out. I assure you I will be back before the sun sets.”
Officer Washington rolls his eyes.
“The fuck are you babbling about right now? Your ass is gonna go to prison. That house you had, it was being used to bring in illegal immigrants that were getting used as drug mules.”
“I was never a party to said activities, officer fuckstick.”
The younger officer laughs a little at the one.
“Miss, we just have to take him down to the station.”
Kayla shakes her head and growls, her emerald green eyes burning as her fists ball up, she tilts her head and steps forward as the younger officer seems to take a small half step back, the older officer shakes his head, his hand still on his tazer meaning to use it on Kayla.
“You’re not taking my fiance anywhere, this is his home, his castle and frankly I don’t trust either of you. So no….Matt is staying here with me….”
Things stay tense as Kayla growls again, her mother Lucy Richards, an older woman looking very similar to Kayla, dressed in a long black dress steps from the house, she shakes her head and moves her hand on Kayla’s shoulder.
“Calm down Kay….I’m sure these officers are just here to do their job...and I’m sure Matthew is innocent of all charges or suspicions….isn’t that right Matthew?”
She turns and smiles at him with a nod.
“Of course. Officer, will you allow me to kiss mine queen goodbye and reassure her?
“Hell naw, I ain’t”
“If you promise to come with us, that’s fine, and you know what screw the cuffs, you’re coming willingly, right?”
“Of course officer Sharan.”
Matt walks over to Kayla and kisses her.
“I will be back before you know it mine queen. Do not worry about these fraudulent claims.”
Matt pulls her close and gives her another kiss, then hugs Lucy.
“Thank you.”
Matt turns back to the officers and nods his head. Washington looks pissed and just storms off to the car as officer Sharan looks very relieved.
“I’m glad it didn’t get crazy. I’m actually kind of a fan.”
“Huzzah, a member of the Kingdom of Shields”
Kayla shakes her head and looks at her mother before bursting forward grabbing Matt around the neck kissing him hard and sighing.
“You go with them but come back to me as soon as you can, we’ll call your lawyer okay baby?....”
Kayla looks at the younger officer.
“You said you were a fan?....you take care of him. If anything happens to him, one bruise, one mark, a fucking hair missing, the things he’s done to people will seem like nothing compared to what I do to you and that old bastard...you hear me?”
Kayla sighs deeply and lets go of him looking down at her ring. Officer Sharan nods his head as he looks visibly shaken
“Just questions, that’s all it is miss.”
Officer Sharan takes Shields to the back of the car and ushers him in.
“Holy fuck, she is terrifying.”
“Tis the love of my life you speak of, and if you cross her, you will truly know what terrifying is.”
Officer Sharan nods, closes the door and gets in the car. Matt looks out the window and blows a kiss to Kayla before they pull away.
TWO HOURS LATER
"I have answered all of your questions sergeant Unless you wish to bring the Magistrate before me, we are finished."
Matthew Shields sits in a small metal chair, staring defiantly straight ahead at an older white man. The man sighs and shakes his head as he turns to officer Washington.
"The guy has nothing. Seriously, he came in on his own, has proof he sold the house, we really can't hold him any longer."
"He's gonna crack, I know it, ask him about the money again."
The sergeant sighs once more and turns back to Shields.
"Alright, you sold your house to someone we can tie to the Yakuza, and then a month later, you have millions of dollars. That's pretty damn suspicious."
"The house was sold by a realtor, I had no knowledge of the buyer. As for the money, that was procured through a business transaction during my travels to the land of the rising sun."
The door to the small office suddenly burst open and a small crazy eyed man walks inside.
"STOP! My name is Howard Ira Stein, and you will not question my client any longer."
"Actually, we're done."
"The hell we are."
"WHO ARE YOU? WHO ARE YOU? WHO ARE YOU?"
Howard is right in the face of Washington, well technically his chest.
"I'm the leading officer on this."
"You mean the man that has been harassing Mister Shields for months?"
Howard stares him down, and Washington looks ready to punch him, but the sergeant stops him.
"Officer, step outside."
Washington storms off, slamming the door behind him.
"So you brought in my client, spoke to him without a lawyer, and allowed the officer who clearly has a personal vendetta to be in here during that time? Were you also aware that my client suffered a recent head injury? So even if there was a single incriminating thing said, which would be impossible since Matthew Shields is a pillar of the community, a fine upstanding citizen, and one of the greatest men I have ever had the privilege of knowing, it would in no way be admissible in court."
"Look, he came in on his own, he answered the questions, and there's nothing, he's free to go."
"Of course he is, and I will be filing charges against Officer Washington. You would be wise to take care of things with him, lest those charges are levied against this entire department."
The sergeant doesn't say a word, he just walks over to the door and opens it.
"You're free to leave Mister Shields."
Howard walks over to Matt and bows.
"Let us take out leave my liege."
Matthew stands up and walks out with his head held high, Howard walks behind him as the sergeant gives him a weird look.
"Like I said, head injury."
Howard walks out as the sergeant closes the door behind him and sits down.
"I'm too old for this fucking shit.
********** ON CAMERA **********
A large oversized throne fills the view of the camera. Gold arms, covered with purple velvet, lions heads carved in to the arms, paws serving as the feet. On the throne sits the Redemption Wrestling heavyweight title. Everything is still for a good ten seconds, then Matthew Shields walks in, clad in purple pants trimmed in gold, a white tunic, a large purple cape trimmed in gold and his crown. He picks up the title, sits on the throne, then looks down at the belt, holding it in both hands.
"One hundred and ninety eight days. As of April ninth two thousand and seventeen, I will have been Redemption Wrestling Heavyweight champion for one hundred and ninety eight days. Upon that night, I will dispatch yet another would be usurper, and mine reign will continue. Two hundred days, three hundred days, five hundred days, a thousand days, ten thousand days. Mine reign is eternal, and I will dispatch of all the would be usurpers. As of today, I have dispatched thirteen challengers to mine title and mine throne. Zachary Knight will be the fourteenth, and then I will move on to the fifteenth. There is no man or woman capable of wresting this title from mine grasp. There is no man or woman truly worthy to take The King's Bounty. All will try, and all will fail. When I say that all will kneel, whether by choice or by force, it is not some clever little catch phrase. It is a promise, it is a guarantee, it is predestined. I will defeat each and every single person who does not willingly accept their place in mine kingdom."
He sits the title down in his lap and finally looks up at the camera.
"If you do accept your place within mine kingdom, your life can be quite enjoyable. I care not for the New Gen title, the Genesis title, the tag team titles, the Young Lions title. There are not my concern, and if you accept that one of these is the highest you will ever rise, you can be quite happy. If not, you may end up like Mark Storm or Jenson Idol, gone from the land of Redemption. Perhaps you will end up like Yujiro, fallen so low, and all but forgotten. Or perhaps, you will end up like Zachary Knight will. Outmatched, out wrestled, and outclassed. A man who views himself as a technical master. A man who believes that he is carrying on a great legacy. Mister Knight, I to have family that plied their craft inside the squared circle. I however, do not need to rely on the past. I need never mention my family, for I am more than good enough on mine own. People think of me as a bit of a mad man, a sadistic evil bastard, but they forget that I am a master tactician. No King rules over a kingdom for as long as I have, without knowing the art of war."
Matt looks down at the title once more and smiles.
"During our contest, I will show you that I am indeed the finest technical wrestler to ever grace a ring. I will destroy you with precision, accuracy, and pure technique. I am The King of the Heavyweights because I can do all these things and more. I reign over Redemption because there is not a single person on this planet who can math my mastery of the grappling arts. I assure you of these two things Mister Knight, you will learn why I am The One True King, and you will fall to my ability to pick an opponent apart like no other. So sayeth King Matthew the First."
Matt stretches his arms wide as he leans back in his throne and the camera slowly fades out.
