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Topic Started: Oct 25 2007, 06:54 PM (26 Views)
Nick Shaw
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A darkened room, a single beam of light, a silhouette and a small gleam of gold. Nick Shaw is revealed as he leans into the light and gives a smile. He removes his hood and then looks into the camera.

“So, it’s the encounter that we’ve both been waiting for, Deas. You got past Sanchez and now here we are. Well when I was sat out the back, watching the match… I noticed something, and that is that Mr. Stryfe is putting me against a bunch of nobodies to defend this title. Well I can tell you now, after the cowardice that you showed this week, getting that German bastard help you out to take out Adam. This isn’t going to pass lightly. He’s like a brother to me, and just because you were so desperate to get one measly win you took it too far! As much as you believe me to think that you had nothing to do with that, I don’t believe a goddamn work. You and him have gone back a long way, and to do something like this, well, that shows no respect. Yet, in the EWF, you come around here, demanding this imaginary respect that you believe that you are getting off the people in the back.”

Nick leans more into the light, which then reveals that he’s sitting inside a wrestling ring. He’s sitting on a steel chair and adjusts his X-Division title on his shoulder and continues.

“Nobody should show respect to a coward, so you should crush all hopes of getting any off anyone around here. I have not even a single ounce of respect for you inside of me, all I have is this big, steaming, heaping pile of hatred inside of me, and it’s growing as you jabber on the usual bullshit! You’re going to win, blah, blah, fucking blah! You’re telling me to come to the ring like a man, yet it is you who is the punk ass bitch helping you finish off the people you can’t even phase. Linn is a strong man, and I can guarantee that this isn’t over. Let me assure you that right now, because Linn, even though I have no fucking clue where he is. But I know what he’d be saying right now, he’d be telling me every sick, and sadistic way of hurting you in the ring, yet you don’t realize… I’m not his puppet, I am my own person, and I know enough about how to hand out an ass-beating that you won’t forget, and exact the revenge that Adam will be longing for.”

Nick then climbs up to his feet and his whole body can be seen now. He’s dressed in his ring gear, with his hooded top over it. He stares into the camera.

“This, the war ground in which we will collide. In which there will be bloodshed, pain and no mercy. This ring, symbolizes your downfall. This, will be the site at which I will stand over your battered body, holding this title right here over my head in one hand, and your blood dripping from my other hand… Oh, I’ve also noticed your new and even more cheesy ring name… The Hardcore Lord? Give me a break dude. You proved nothing about being a hardcore lord in that match, as you were helped. Maybe Stryker could be a hardcore lord, or maybe just a jumped up steroid abuser…”

He walks around the dark ring and still stares into the camera.

“You know, as much as I hate to admit this, you’re correct by saying that I’ve never pinned you, because it was Lucifer was the one who I pinned in the match, I fried the bigger fish, because he has actually been something in this business. Then again, at Revolution you didn’t pin Adam, so it’s kinda like the same position I’m in. You got the title, but not the pin, yet you’re classing it at a win over him, and not mine a win over you? Well to be honest, that’s just your hyped up beliefs you got in the peanut sized brain of yours. So you’re confident about this match, huh? I’m guessing you got another surprise guest for this match? Because you’re not going to be able to do this on your own. You’re a funny guy, Deas… But will you put your money where your mouth is? Because I’ve got a proposition for you… Since you’re so confident that you’re gonna beat me, you may as well put Adam’s… Yes… ADAM’S title’s on the line against me. What do you say Deas? Fancy taking on this proposition? Or are you a bit shy?”

The camera pans out, with Nick Shaw standing in the middle of the ring, and the camera fades to back as a smile comes across his face…

[END RP]
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