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| Tweet Topic Started: Nov 18 2007, 05:50 PM (13 Views) | |
| Nick Shaw | Nov 18 2007, 05:50 PM Post #1 |
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[size=7]:: Moments after the Barbed Wire Massacre ::[/size] A trickle of blood, then turned into an even flow is seen. The camera pans out and a group of medical staff are working on the back of Nick Shaw. They’re all doing something, whether it’s cleaning up his face, his front or his back. Doctor: I need another scalpel, and a shot of morphine, stat! The doctor is handed the syringe and then injects into Nick’s wound on his back and then is passed the scalpel. Doctor: He has a haematoma in his back, the barbed wire infected the wound, causing it to swell and the blood is beginning to fill up, like a balloon. The doctor then gently cuts Nick’s already ripped to shreds back near the swelling. Doctor: Suction. The doctor then drains the blood pouring out of the wound he has made and then begins dabbing the cuts on his back with some gauze and then begins stitching up some of the deeper, larger cuts. Every so often, Nick gasps slightly, as the stitching is threaded through his back. After much sewing and cleaning, the doctor finishes and then stands in front of Nick. Doctor: There, all done, you’ve had a rough night, I see. Shaw: Nothing out of the ordinary, to be honest. Doctor: Well, you’re all clear, just don’t pick at the stitches, like scratching them against an edge of a wall because they’re itching, just let them heal, and you’ll be fine. They can then be taken out on Sunday. Shaw: Thanks Doc, much appreciated. Nick gets up, still in his ring gear and makes his way to the door, still in his ring gear, he makes his way through the backstage, as he walks along he grabs a bottle of water and opens it, cupping a hand and pouring some in, he washes down his face and cools himself down with it. He walks through the door of his locker room, he goes straight to the shower and then the camera fades out. [size=7]:: Later in the evening, during the World Heavyweight Championship match ::[/size] Nick is now dressed in his usual Adidas tracksuit, red in colour, he’s wearing a white tanktop, and his matching jacket is draped over the back of the sofa, as is his X-Division Championship. Supreme Machine and Liam Alexander from the God’s Among Men are walking down the ramp and Nick is watching it all on TV, he then turns around, grabs his jacket and his title and walks out the door of his locker room. He makes his way down the corridor as he puts his jacket on, he puts his title on his shoulder and then walks around the corner of the corridor to find a group of security standing in a line across it. Shaw: Excuse me, please. Security guard: Sorry, no can do. Nick, looking a bit disgruntled, looks at the taller, wider man, and walks up to him. Shaw: And why the hell not? Security guard: Sorry, Mr. Sparks has ordered nobody down to the ring. Shaw: That’s a lie! There’s people down there now. Security guard: Yeah well, you ain’t. Shaw: Get out of my way, please, I need to help my friends down at the ring. Security guard: Look, just walk away, I’m just following orders. Nick then looks away and smiles, he then turns back to the security guard. Shaw: Yeah… Well- He swings a right and knocks the security guard down and charges down the corridor, trying to get to the ring as soon as possible. He gets to just before the stage and sees on a monitor, Adam powerbombing Abe from the top cage and Adam grabbing the title and beginning the onslaught with Primal Forces and the God’s Among Men, then he sees Liddel coming to the ring and attacking the WMD. Shaw: Son of a bitch! Nick goes to run to the ring but out of nowhere is tackled to the floor by the security guards who have caught up with him. Shaw: Get off me! NO! STOP! He’s handcuffed and then escorted away from the stage and out the arena, but as you can see him moving away he shouts. Shaw: This isn’t over Sparks! And the scene fades to black. [size=7]:: At the office ::[/size] Nick is now seen sitting at a desk. He’s dressed casually in a smart black pinstriped suit, and wearing a red shirt. He has his feet up on the desk and he’s looking through papers. Shaw: Oh sorry, didn’t see you there… He takes his feet off the desk and then leans on it, on the paper’s he’s just been looking at. Shaw: Alright, so it was a hard night on Sunday. I’ve been ripped to shreds. Well at least that’s what I thought, then I saw Mr. Stryfe in hospital. Mr. Sparks, well, nobody’s even heard from him. So I thought I’d take care of the fort today, y’know, with them two not here, because they’re probably resting up… So I look over this desk now, and I’m thinking to myself, how easy is this job? Yet, it shows, how dangerous is was for those two to get into the ring Sunday night. This is what they’re used to, not getting into the ring, especially in such a barbaric match, and especially myself, I was fuelled with hatred against these two men. They’ve put me through hell until this Sunday, in which I made them suffer, and I made them bleed. Mikey, your mouth is obviously bigger than your brain, because putting yourself in that kind of match, and bringing Mr. Stryfe into it? That would just plain stupid, but hey, it was your choice, and I think maybe, just maybe… The worst choice of your entire career. He smiles, shuffles some papers sarcastically and then drops them on the floor. Shaw: Thought I should do some filing for him… Oh I just forgot… He pulls a pad of sticky notes out of the top draw and scribbles something down on it, he grabs a plaque with ‘President Mikey Sparks’ on it and then puts the note on it and turns it around, the note saying ‘Nick Shaw’ on it. Shaw: That’s much better. A grin comes across his face as he then leans back in the chair and puts his feet up again. Shaw: I think I could handle this to be honest. Y’know, sitting in an office all day and taking it easy, but hey, making a living out of wrestling is what I do these days, maybe further along the line, eh? For now, though, I have bigger fish to fry, and there’s so many other opportunities ahead of me! He then looks towards the camera with his hands still resting behind his head, and his feet up on the table. Shaw: Yet, there’s people around here, who think that they are invincible… His playful body language and smile leaves, and he then takes his feet back off of the table, and stares at the camera, a slight frown on his face. Shaw: Of course, I’m talking about Miss DeViant. You’re all about how I’ve hurt Alex, how it’s my fault he’s healing up in a hospital, but no, you see… It isn’t my fault, it’s entirely out of my hands. I think you should take this to Mr. Sparks, seeing as he booked Alex in the match, as much as I feel that he deserved everything I gave him this Sunday, I didn’t book him into the match, I didn’t make him step into the ring with me, so yeah, maybe you should stop pointing the finger upon the innocent, and open your damn eyes for one minute! When you get out of your trance in your fairytale world of how you’re going to get married and be happy forever, might I remind you that Mr. Stryfe is already married, don’t get worried, of course I mean he’s married to his job. I bet while you’ve been at his bedside in hospital, I bet he’s been wanting to get out of there and get back to work, back here to cause more misery for me. But no, I’ve kept him away, so it seems anyway. He might be the most important thing to you, but he came to the EWF long before he met you, and before you, there was the Queen Machine. But when Queen Machine lost the title, he binned her, knowing that she won’t bring more fans in, more money. But then he thought he’d try something new, that’s where you come in. He noticed you’d joined, and thought he’d butter you up and then see if his new ‘love interest’ will rake more money and publicity in for him. You’re nothing but another one in line, there’ll be someone else soon enough, I can tell… He now stands up and does up the buttons of his blazer and makes his way to the door. Shaw: I think that’s enough for the office today… He walks out of the door of Spark’s office and a security guard behind him notices him. Security guard: Hey, what you think you’re doing, that isn’t your office. Shaw: Mr. Sparks can’t make it in today, so I’ve been sent in to cover for him. Security guard: Oh right, sorry to trouble you. Shaw: Don’t worry. He closes the door and then walks up toe corridor the camera keeps in front of him as he continues speaking. Shaw: You see, I’ve seen a lot of people like Alex, Miss DeViant. The power slowly creeps to his head and he thinks he can take on the world, get what he wants, and more than so, do what he wants. Just expect the unexpected when it comes to him. You might think that you know him, yet there’s probably a lot more under the smooth talking, lovable exterior that you see in him. You might think there’s nobody better for you, yet he could turn at any minute, turn into the person you never thought he could be. Just keep that in mind. He then stops outside a door with his name on the plaque and walks in, he takes off his lays it over the back of the sofa. Shaw: Don’t worry, I’ve seen your promo don’t you worry. ‘The badass in the hood’ haha, that little joke is almost as cute as your pretty little face. Yet, do you see me with a hood on right now? No, I didn’t think so. The reason I wear that is not because of a trademark or anything, it just happens I find it comfortable, yet you seem to think it’s a joke of some kind? In all seriousness, let’s be professional about this, you’re sleeping with the boss, yet you’re going to come out with little smarmy comments like that, you’re going to get no where around here. If you think my attire is unsuitable, I dare think after seeing pictures of yourself, what you deem appropriate. He then goes behind an open door to the shower room and you can see the shirt hanging over the top of the door and then the trousers, Nick then comes out in a pair of baggy sweat pants, no top. Shaw: If you like pain so much though, I can dish out some pain. Now you might find this old, or even an excuse but I don’t like to hit women. He then sits on the sofa and leans forward, resting his elbows on his knees. Shaw: But, I do believe in self defence, dear. So if you are to hurt me, I’m going to have to exact some force, after all, it’s what you women think all us men do. Show how powerful we are. Well it’s about time I think that you realised it’s true, and you can cut the sarcasm. We are the most dominant sex, in my opinion. You might have brought men to their knees before, I don’t know. But if you actually did, they must have been some faggots. He picks up his jacket from the sofa and his clothes from the door and puts the trousers and shirt in his bag and the blazer in a suit bag and puts the both on the sofa. He puts on his tanktop and his jacket and then places a baseball cap, with a slightly curved peak on his head and makes his way out of his locker room. He goes to the car park and clicks his fob to his BMW M5 he pops the trunk and then places his bags in it. Shaw: Well, Revolution isn’t far now, hope you’re making sure Alex is alright, but anyway enough of that, I’m off to the airport. He climbs in the car and starts up the raging V10 engine, he then punches it and blasts out of the parking lot and the scene fades… [size=7]:: Preparation before Revolution ::[/size] Nick is sitting on a bench in his locker room, he has a sleeveless WMD t-shirt on and is in his ring gear, bar is knee pads, elbow pads and tape. He has a bottle of water beside him, along with his padding, tape and his title. He grabs the elbow pads and begins putting one on. Shaw: You know, I don’t appreciate people taking my name, and the name of the X-Division in vain, especially made a name for the X-Division! But when it’s a person who isn’t even in that division I find it quite unfitting that you are to comment on it, Miss DeViant! I find your disrespect quite pathetic. It was Alex’s choice to come to the ring, you obviously couldn’t do anything to stop him, because his job is too important! Like I said before, you’re just another girl to add to his arm, and his collection. He finishes up on the second pad and then reaches for a knee pad. Shaw: But I notice you’ve asked for No DQ, so obviously you’re going to be bringing the cavalry with you to wreck my night? Personally I thought this was going to be the first Revolution of freedom, but obviously not! You’re just like Alex k’know, you just have some unknown hatred towards me, you’re using the match with him as an excuse, well to be honest, I couldn’t give a damn why you hate me. I’m a champion and in the Hall of Fame for a reason. I’ve held this title for over one hundred days, that’s over three months in case you’re too fragile to be able to count, because poor ol’ Alex is in bed and there’s going to be nobody there to help him, when you’re lying in one next to him. He finishes up on that, and now moves on to taping himself up. Shaw: You see, I’ve been put through a lot, and trust me, you’re no threat towards all of this. I’ve been in the ring with bigger and more men that can dish out a lot more than you say you can. Hopefully you’re true to your word, and maybe I’ll have a little challenge out of this match tonight, but to be quite frank with you, I don’t care! I never took joy in beating Alex up. I found it justifying, as it was all signed up and that, so it wasn’t like a crime or anything. But you seem to think that I’ve committed something heinous? To be honest, you can think what you want, I’m not going to take shit of some whiney bitch who think’s I’m worthless to my title, and making the title worthless, just because I’m quiet. It’s just I have better things to do than throw words back and fourth and back and fourth about all of this, you might find it fun, or entertaining, or whatever. But that’s because you’re a woman and that’s all you do, piss and moan! Tell you what, when I pin you, you can go back to Alex, and realise that when he got into the ring with me, it was a big mistake, and when you did, it was an even more stupid mistake! I dare you, Aurora, I dare YOU… To come back to more when I’m done with you, because I know you’ll never come back when I’m finished with you. I’ve been through too much to be taken down by you. You can say what you want, but I’m coming into Revolution full force. You’re probably going to use the ‘but I’m a woman’ card when you realise you made a big mistake, but I don’t care. This is going to be my first match against a woman, and hopefully my last, because I’m wasting my damn time! He rips the strip of tape and pats it down onto his wrist and then stares back into the camera. Shaw: You’re going to be dealt with… Nick climbs up off the bench and the scene fades out… |
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