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| Ironin out some details concerning Shaw; rp 1 vs Shaw | |
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| Tweet Topic Started: Oct 31 2007, 11:14 PM (33 Views) | |
| suprememachine | Oct 31 2007, 11:14 PM Post #1 |
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The dark room inhabited by Supreme Machine was unusually quiet, not even the usual muttering grazed its depths. The impressive frame of SuMa was kneeling on a corner, interestingly enough, fingering a cellphone. The screen of the phone, emitting an eerie green light, is showing strings of text, and with closer observation, the text becomes readable: "Stryfe, we need to talk to you. Come to us...Alone" SuMa finishes typing it and press send, sending it to the phone of Mr. Alexander Stryfe, the Fiancee of His sister and the Director of Authority in EWF. The phone confirms the message sent, and SuMa begins to mutter in his characteristic manner "So... We versus Nick Shaw... But this wasn’t the match we agreed on with Stryfe Yes..." Since he was invited, it was not ten minutes before the Director of Authority let himself into the dark room. He would look around, seeing next to nothing as he pushed the door shut, but remained within arm's reach of the doorknob. "You wanted to see me, SuMa?" Stryfe tried to look around in the room, but it was practically impossible to make out any details due to the total lack of light. The silence was nearly unbearable, but just as Stryfe was about to call for SuMa again, the spotlight lit up, revealing the masked freak in his usual kneeling position. SuMa was breathing heavily, and as he spoke up, he had a certain... let call it a... disappointed flavor in his tone "Stryfe... We see we are booked against Shaw... The man you want us to destroy... But this isn't the match we agreed on..." "SuMa, the match I promised you would be for the X-Division title. This match is not for that title. If I put you into the match you wanted immediately, I have no doubt Shaw would get a hangnail and call in sick. This way, you lull him into a false sense of security and beat him. Then when the title is on the line, it's the match you asked for and if he fails to appear, he is stripped of his title. And if he does appear, then you annihilate him and become a champion." SuMa slowly rises from his near praying position, turning his masked face to the MUCH smaller man "Very well... But, we find it very intriguing that merely a week before you face this Shaw, you are placing him on a REGULAR match with us... When you could remove all shackles binding us and have him arrive to that match in... well, less that 100 per cent" "Your logic is not lost on me, SuMa. But you see, this was at the request of the EWF President. He wants Shaw to have no excuses for the coming embarrassment and humiliation he plans to inflict on the X-Division Champion. Were he not involved in this, I would have booked Shaw in a much less ......forgiving match." "Bah... And the stipulation prevents us from maiming him anyway... Stryfe: does the stipulation mean that when we win the match, we can name the match type of the title match... ANY match type?" "Those are the rules. Whoever wins the match names the match type for their title match! Any perversion your heart desires if you win. Shaw will be forced to compete with his title on the line. Though the same rule applies to him, though if I had any doubts he might win, I would not have made that part of the match. I fully expect you to win, and then you can have him in any match you so desire" A vicious grin spreads on SuMa’s face under the mask, and he erupts to a manic laughter, as his mind begins to go through all the brutal and violent matches he has gone through, the barbed wire, Glass shards, Lightubes and other weapons used in deathmatches cross his mind as he pictures himself physically dismantling Shaw. "Any match type... Mr. Stryfe... We are going to hold you to that word... Just a warning... When we get Shaw in a match we want... We cannot guarantee he will be alive when we finish with him..." "Allow me to assure you, SuMa. There is nothing I would like moreso than being rid of Nick Shaw once and for all. How it is done is irrelevant. All I want is the EWF Hall of Famer out of the EWF! And I feel no one is more qualified than you to ensure that happens." "We sure hope you know what you are promising us. So Be it: Once we get Shaw on a Title match, we will destroy him... You won’t need to worry about him again. But, when do we get our chance? Seeing as Shaw is booked on the PPV... and who do we have the pleasure of destroying there?" "Well I saw fit to give you a chance to cause as much pain and torture as you could. At Xtreme Collision, I am placing you inside a 14 man battle royal! The winner of this match gets one of two opportunities. A, he can switch shows. Or B, he can stay on his show and be awarded a title match for any championship he so desires. The possibilities boggle the mind!" SuMa's grin widens even more "14 men? A Title shot? Mr. Stryfe, last time you visited us, we said we might like you. Now we say that we really do like you. This is going to be so enjoyable... But, should we win this one, then we have two title shots, one on X-div, and one on a title of our choice, right? We were told that EWF does not condone double champions" "Correct, SuMa. If you win, you could challenge for any title on Revolution. You could get a tag partner and go for the tag team titles. You could challenge Mr. Showtime or Liam Alexander for the International Title. Or you could punch your own ticket to the main event and face the EWF champion for his title. Your options are only limited by your own desires, SuMa. Though if Liam does take the International title at the PPV and you do win, I would frown upon having two of my group's men fighting one another." "Interesting... Tag-titles sound nice... Mr. Cage at Mayhem proved you dont need a partner to hold those... Very interesting." SuMa begins to pace around, his hands clenching in and out of a fist, showing that the possible situation post-PPV looks very, very enjoyable to him "Stryfe, one more thing: We have been hearing rumors that this Geas or Teas or whatever his name is, has been tossing around challenges towards us... Any base on these rumors?" "There is validity to them! On the first Revolution after the PPV, he has challenged you for your number one contenders' spot to the X-Division title. Though Shaw beat him already, he still feels as though he is deserving of another shot. Mr. Deas is foolhardy sometimes, and if you agree, I have picked the match I would book for it. Of course, no one is going to make you defend your contendership if you don't wish it, SuMa. The ball is in your court. I can just as easily tell Mr. Deas his challenge is not accepted." SuMa turns his cold, black eyes towards Stryfe, replying to him with an amused voice "My, My, My... The Ballistic one seems to be seeking his demise... Very well, we accept, name your match" "Well he does call himself the Hardcore Lord. Some refer to him as the Hardcore Bore. Either way, if you accept, the match is booked. On the first Revolution after the PPV, you will face Bryan Deas in a match for the X-Division number one contendership inside a 15 foot high steel cage, where pinfalls or submissions are the only way to win. Escape is for weaklings." "Mr. Stryfe, we commend you on your vicious and merciless booking. We accept. Mr. Deas might need to change his name to Mr. Dead soon enough. So, unless you got any more news to us, we believe this little meeting is over." "So be it! Since I have you here, there is one other bit of news you might be eager to hear, SuMa. The Queen, Jennifer, has accepted my proposal of marriage. I don't know if she has told you so, but I thought I would because I'm sure she would like your participation in the pending event!" At this point, Stryfe obviously stayed close to the door just in case a quick exit need be made. SuMa took the news with a deceptive calmness and moved closer to Stryfe "So... she got you ringed... We are not surprised... We recognized the look in her eyes when you visited us the last time... She is serious with you... so... A Word of warning: Should you EVER hurt her... We will kill you, no matter what the consequences. Surely you won't take this as a baseless threat? After all, Blood IS thicker than water" "Hurt her? I feel confident were you to ask her, I have never done anything short of put a smile on her face. Be it with the new Womens' Title I bought her, the new home in London, or her engagement ring. Regardless, she is a very happy girl. And she is quite convincing when she has her mind set to something." SuMa chuckles a bit, the sound echoing creepily "We know... Trust us, we know... And we truly believe that you are the right man for her... Just remember: She only needs to ask, and we will destroy anyone. We trust that we are understood." "Speaking of her, SuMa, briefly, but there has been a threat made against her! It seems one of the Revolution superstars has decided that her body was built for his personal enjoyment and there is rumor he plans to assault her. I have not verified this rumor, but I trust you would like to handle the situation?" SuMa turns his back on Alex, simply to hide the fiery wrath that sparked on his eyes, his muscles are clearly tensed and he is clenching his fists. Only a single word is squeezed through his lips "Who?" "As luck would have it, this rumor I have been hearing in the locker rooms revolves around your opponent next week, Mr. Shaw. Apparently from what I hear, he wishes to use her....body as his own personal sex object. I trust you will handle this before he is allowed to do so?" SuMa walks away from Stryfe, disappearing into the shadows, and soon afterwards, a loud crash is heard. Out of the darkness, SuMa replies with a voice shaking from shackled anger "Consider it handled. Now leave. LEAVE!" Stryfe would open the door, leaving the room with what had to be a most sinister grin on his face. A master motivator, Stryfe just ensured Shaw's days in the EWF were rapidly coming to an end. When the door closes behind Stryfe, SuMa begins to pull out his hand, lodged deep in the wall. His whole body is trembling in rage, and to himself, one sentence escapes his lips “Shaw… YOU ARE A DEAD MAN” |
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