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| Tweet Topic Started: Sep 15 2007, 01:19 PM (20 Views) | |
| Nick Shaw | Sep 15 2007, 01:19 PM Post #1 |
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OOC: Sorry about the delay this week, college has been a drag and I've only had chance today to get this finished up. Sorry to Reeper cause I wanted a good week, but all the same... Enjoy. A long week has just come to an end for Nick Shaw. After a match that will go down in the history books Nick Shaw come out the victor over Ryot. The Shaw/Ryot era is over, and just like he said he would, it’s all been ended. Nick Shaw now moves on to another big challenge this Sunday at Wanted: Dead or Alive, in which he will step into the ring with John Reeper. Both of these EWF veterans will step into the confines of Hell in a Cell, the victor walking out with the EWF World Heavyweight Championship. The scene fades in and Nick Shaw is seen in his home back in South Wales and he is sitting on a sofa in his living room. His X-Division Title draped across his lap, Nick is dressed casually in a pair of sweat pants and a tank top. “Once again last night I proved everyone wrong, the Shaw/Ryot era is finally over, and just like I said, it would be my hand raised into the air as the victor. But another week is ahead of me, and for some reason my opponent seems to think I’m afraid of him? ‘Real competition’ as he likes to call it is supposed to be what I’m facing this Sunday, but as you can see I’m here, resting up, relaxing even. You wanna know why? It’s because I’m not worried about this Sunday’s title match too much. I’ll admit it’s going to be a long match, but I want to show you just how relaxed I am about it. I’m in the gym day in day out don’t get me wrong. But I’m not there all day like people would think I am, no.” Nick’s piercing blue eyes stare straight at the camera as now he seems more focused. “John Reeper, it’s just me and you in that Cell on Sunday. You might think I’ve been hiding, hell no. You think I’m afraid of you? HELL NO! You’re nothing but a mere nobody when you’re standing in my path. You shouldn’t have any right in being in the tournament, and being 2-0, that doesn’t mean nothing to me. I’ve won three times as many matches as you, and I’m holding a title already, what about you? Zero, zip, notta… Nothing! You’re messing with the wrong guy when you’re calling me a jackass, a coward, but you’re damn right about me being a ruthless son of a bitch! Because then that door closes, and it’s just me and you in there… I’m going to beat you so bad you wish you were the blank shot that your mother had swallowed. John Reeper, you’re nothing but a has been. You used to be known in the old EWF, but this is the new-age, and you’re going to be stepping into the ring with an EWF Hall of Famer, and the X-Division Champion. X-Division means no limits, and as it’s no holds barred this Sunday, it’s definitely going to be no limits, but I will hit a boundary that no one else has ever hit before. I’m going to decimate you, I’m going to make sure that you will never come back here in the EWF. I’m going to bury you Reeper. I’m going to make you extinct from existence here in the EWF, because you’re nothing but a waste of space.” Nick, looking more determined now, burns a proverbial hole in the camera with his stare. “More powerful, you might be, because you’re a bigger guy, I won’t take that away from you. But as for smarter, faster and more controlling… Is what you are not. You have enough brain cells to maybe screw in a light bulb, you’re a lard-lad, so I honestly can’t see you being faster than an X-Division wrestler, and as for controlling, I am the master of ground and pound! Reeper you’re no match for me, as I am the perfect professional wrestler. I’ve held more gold in one company that you’ve held in your entire career, I’ve been in more gruesome matches than you can even think of in that small, feeble mind of yours! I don’t have luck behind me, I’m just on an out of control freight train that is going to plough through you and make it’s way to the World Heavyweight Championship! Because you’ll be nothing but a suicidal train jumper when you come across me, and you’re going to want to kill yourself, because I’m going to leave with within an inch of your life, there will be blood pouring out of every imaginable place in your body, and you’re going to be lying in your hospital bed, just wanting to be put out of your misery. The only cold shivers that you’re going to be sending down peoples spines is when they will see your decrepit state, and just think ‘Ohh, how awful’.” Nick leans forward and grabs the bottle of water that was resting on his coffee table and he twists off the cap and takes a sip from the bottle, he then re-caps the bottle and sets it on his lap, on top of his belt. “You see, drinking that energy drink shit is no good for you, you should be drinking pure fluids. Then maybe you’ll just be as pure talented as me, and not having to spend more time on working off those extra pounds in the gym due to your high sugar intake! By now you thought I’d be running my mouth, but just like I told Ryot, I don’t run my mouth, like you, him or anyone else. I state the truth. Because people who run their mouths are liars, and nothing ever good comes from lying, just ask Ryot. When you’re going to step into the ring with me it is going to be your judgement day, because I’m going to decide whether you get to have a career ahead of you or not… And to be honest, nobody wants you around cluttering up the place… We’re both going to go through hell, and come back, I will admit, but who will be burned by the fire? We’re just going to have to see. Blood will be shed, sweat and tears will drench the mat, and at the end of it all, the better man will step out of the cell, and will have the World Heavyweight Title in their grasp. I plan on that being me Reeper, and when I want something I’ll get it. So I wouldn’t get your hopes up. This week is my week Reeper, this is my chance to claim what is rightfully mine and gain my destiny, to finally, after all this time, hold a World Championship, and there is no way in hell that you’re going to step in the way and stop me from getting it! You can step in the way if you like, but you’re just going to be broken into pieces as I break you apart and pass you to the top! We’re both going into this match undefeated, and one has to come out with the big L, and is it hell going to be me! This is my seventh match, and funnily enough seven is my lucky number, so Reeper, you better prepare yourself, because I’m going for 7-0! Sunday I’m going to take you to hell, and it’s going to be a bumpy ride!” And with that said Nick Shaw gives one last stare into the camera, only heavy breathing can be heard… He then just steps up and walks out of view as the camera fades out… [END RP] |
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