06-22-2013, 12:49 PM
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The Ten Man Battle Royal on Monday Madness is just two days away and as of yet, we've only seen from four of the ten participants. But here's the odd thing, three of said four participants seem to be oddly obsessed with each other. Jonathon Thomas Cross, Swift Ion and Adam Morrison seem to be all but ignoring the other seven men on the match and instead are letting personal, petty rivalries cloud their judgment and focus. Will this lapse be momentary, or will it continue through Monday night and into the match, allowing their opponents to gain the upper hand in this match where each XWF Superstar must, MUST be more focused than ever to be eliminated. One thing is for sure. Shawn Steele is focused. Focused on destruction.
As the scene comes to life, we see the unmoving form of “The Texas Tornado" Adam Morrison. Suddenly the picture begins moving in reverse for a moment before pausing again for just a brief second before Morrison's voice is heard, seemingly addressing Shawn Steele.
“perhaps for a mere man, it was crossing the line, but as I said, I am a force and I do not give a damn about lines or morals..”
Morrison doesn't get very far into his spiel before his form is again frozen, the camera panning back to show Shawn Steele sitting in a leather chair, a remote control looking minute in his large hand.
Shawn Steele: I'm confused, Adam. Do you .. do you actually think you're a real tornado? Are you part of The X-Men too? Can you introduce me to Professor X? Oh! What about Jean Grey? She's pretty hot, I hear. But wait .. those are all fictional characters, aren't they Adam. No, don't answer, rhetorical question. Let me educate you. You are a mere man. Now based on what I've seen, you're a mere man who's a higher caliber than the rest of the trash here in the X-treme Wrestling Federation, but that doesn't change the facts. And the fact is, you need to be careful. If you want to cross the line, that makes no difference to me. In fact, I applaud you. Really, I do. The more I see from Jonathon Thomas Cross, the clearer it becomes that he's a whiny little bitch who's bark is tenfold his bite. So going into his hotel room, stalking his wife and being a general creeper, there's no threat in that. But here's a free piece of advice ..
Shawn sets the controller down on the table that the small flatscreen television is sitting on before he spins his chair to face the camera directly, leaning towards it before he speaks softly, but forcefully.
Shawn Steele: You need to be careful who you cross the line with. I'm not Jonathon Cross. You make this personal between us and I .. will .. not .. stop. I'm here to face the best. And so far, from what I've seen, that's you. And that's why I'm making it my personal undertaking to throw you over that top rope come Monday night. It's nothing personal. So don't make the mistake of making it personal. Stick to the Cross family, where it's safe, for a storm like you.
Leaning back again slowly, Shawn keeps his eyes on the camera before he slowly turns in his chair, his attention returning to the television as he reaches for the remote again, Adam Morrison snapping back to life.
“a ‘monster in the closet’ am I? Well Shawn there are no such things as monsters, but there are such things as storms”
Stopping the picture again, the screen turning black this time, Shawn drops his head, shaking it slowly as he sighs.
Shawn Steele: Yes, Adam, there are such things are storms. And there are such things as monsters. Because you're looking at one.
Lifting his head up, Shawn turns to face the camera once more.
Shawn Steele: When I climb into that ring, I am the monster that you fear. When I step between those ropes, I will unleash a hell on earth upon you, and each and every one of those eight other competitors on Monday night, the likes of which have yet to be witnessed inside of an XWF ring. What I am capable of .. what I enjoy .. is causing the type of pain that's only seen in nightmares. I know you think highly of yourself Andy. And you should. You wouldn't last a minute in this business if you didn't. But there's a fine line between confidence and stupidity. Don't cross that line or your fall back to reality is going to be harsh. YOU .. have been warned.
Tilting his neck to the left, Shawn cracks his neck loudly before turning his chair back in the direction of the flatscreen, he flicks the remote and the screen pops back to life. This time, it's the image of Swift Ion that comes to life on the screen, colorful as always.
"This is uhmm...Shawn Steele. Has musclr, but not ripped nor "jacked". What yourvtrying to say is tha, you have muscle. Thats all you had to say bro.”
Shawn doesn't even touch the remote this time, instead the television just cuts to darkness as Shawn sits motionless, letting that all just set in for a moment. He continues staring blankly at the screen for a moment before turning his head slowly to look into the camera, raising his right eyebrow in a questioning form before dropping it again and turning back to the television.
Shawn Steele: Uhhhh ... what? No, I'm not kidding. I don't know what in the hell you just said, Ion. Where are you from? Do you speak English? Because that wasn't English. But, I see what you did there. You saw what some jackass had to say about my appearance, and then went from there. Are you lazy AND stupid? I mean, all you had to do was look at me. Go ahead, take a look ..
Standing from his chair, Shawn slowly lifts his arms out to his sides, showing his wingspan as he smirks at the camera.
Shawn Steele: Look at me. Now look at yourself. And it’s not even the fact that you’re clearly a midget with an inferiority complex. But that’s nothing against smaller guys in this business. There are plenty of legendary guys who were able to over come their lack of size and strength to become superstars. But they all did it with their intelligence. And you, Swift Ion, have proven to the world that you lack that as well. I saw you tell Adam Morrison that you were going to make him tap out, and THEN toss him over the top rope. Can you even lift him over your ankles? This is not how you overcome your shortcomings. And if that’s how you plan on overcoming Andrew Morrison, well then you had better come into this match Monday night with something better than what you've shown me thus far .. .. bro.
Rolling his eyes as he sits back down, Shawn turns his attention back to the telvision, flicking the remote to bring it back to life, this time with the image of Jonathon Thomas Cross, ironically holding up a picture of Shawn Steele.
"Where did I heard that name from?.. Oh fuck it must not be a important name due to I cant even remember."
Again Shawn sighs loudly as the television monitor goes dark, slowly turning in his chair.
Shawn Steele: Is this seriously the best you have to offer in the X-treme Wrestling Federation? This is what you have for me? This asshole actually thinks that he's going to intimidate me, or hell anyone else, by running his mouth about trivial bullshit? Here's the thing, Jonny. I'm actually in a good mood, so I'm going to give you a little free advice. Keep your family out of this. Your loose wife and your ugly sister. Neither of them belong here. Let alone your obviously inbred children. Do your kids ride the special bus, Jonny? They should. Then again, so should their father. Because you're retar .. mentally handica .. mentally handicapable. Yeah, I think that's the proper term now. Not that it matters. Because if you get in my way on Madness, you're going to wind up spending the rest of your days in a wheelchair with your dumbass sister there to wipe up your drool. But don't worry JT, I'm sure someone will take care of that wife of yours.
Turning again towards the television, Shawn begins clicking away at the remote but nothing happens. Suddenly he gripes the control in his clenched fist before throwing it at the screen, the glass cracking before the flatscreen topples over backwards.
Shawn Steele: And where the hell are the rest of you? I'm getting tired of waiting for you morons to show up and open your mouths. But maybe you're the smart ones here. Maybe you have no intentions of showing up on Monday night. That'd be in your best interest. It'd be in the best interest of nine other XWF Superstars to just stay away from Bell Centre on Monday. Hell, if they were smart, they wouldn't even enter the damn country. Because this is my time. The Bell Centre is my arena. Monday Night .. Madness .. The Age of Shawn Steele begins. Enjoy it.
Turning in his chair slowly, the scene begins to fade away.
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The Ten Man Battle Royal on Monday Madness is just two days away and as of yet, we've only seen from four of the ten participants. But here's the odd thing, three of said four participants seem to be oddly obsessed with each other. Jonathon Thomas Cross, Swift Ion and Adam Morrison seem to be all but ignoring the other seven men on the match and instead are letting personal, petty rivalries cloud their judgment and focus. Will this lapse be momentary, or will it continue through Monday night and into the match, allowing their opponents to gain the upper hand in this match where each XWF Superstar must, MUST be more focused than ever to be eliminated. One thing is for sure. Shawn Steele is focused. Focused on destruction.
As the scene comes to life, we see the unmoving form of “The Texas Tornado" Adam Morrison. Suddenly the picture begins moving in reverse for a moment before pausing again for just a brief second before Morrison's voice is heard, seemingly addressing Shawn Steele.
“perhaps for a mere man, it was crossing the line, but as I said, I am a force and I do not give a damn about lines or morals..”
Morrison doesn't get very far into his spiel before his form is again frozen, the camera panning back to show Shawn Steele sitting in a leather chair, a remote control looking minute in his large hand.
Shawn Steele: I'm confused, Adam. Do you .. do you actually think you're a real tornado? Are you part of The X-Men too? Can you introduce me to Professor X? Oh! What about Jean Grey? She's pretty hot, I hear. But wait .. those are all fictional characters, aren't they Adam. No, don't answer, rhetorical question. Let me educate you. You are a mere man. Now based on what I've seen, you're a mere man who's a higher caliber than the rest of the trash here in the X-treme Wrestling Federation, but that doesn't change the facts. And the fact is, you need to be careful. If you want to cross the line, that makes no difference to me. In fact, I applaud you. Really, I do. The more I see from Jonathon Thomas Cross, the clearer it becomes that he's a whiny little bitch who's bark is tenfold his bite. So going into his hotel room, stalking his wife and being a general creeper, there's no threat in that. But here's a free piece of advice ..
Shawn sets the controller down on the table that the small flatscreen television is sitting on before he spins his chair to face the camera directly, leaning towards it before he speaks softly, but forcefully.
Shawn Steele: You need to be careful who you cross the line with. I'm not Jonathon Cross. You make this personal between us and I .. will .. not .. stop. I'm here to face the best. And so far, from what I've seen, that's you. And that's why I'm making it my personal undertaking to throw you over that top rope come Monday night. It's nothing personal. So don't make the mistake of making it personal. Stick to the Cross family, where it's safe, for a storm like you.
Leaning back again slowly, Shawn keeps his eyes on the camera before he slowly turns in his chair, his attention returning to the television as he reaches for the remote again, Adam Morrison snapping back to life.
“a ‘monster in the closet’ am I? Well Shawn there are no such things as monsters, but there are such things as storms”
Stopping the picture again, the screen turning black this time, Shawn drops his head, shaking it slowly as he sighs.
Shawn Steele: Yes, Adam, there are such things are storms. And there are such things as monsters. Because you're looking at one.
Lifting his head up, Shawn turns to face the camera once more.
Shawn Steele: When I climb into that ring, I am the monster that you fear. When I step between those ropes, I will unleash a hell on earth upon you, and each and every one of those eight other competitors on Monday night, the likes of which have yet to be witnessed inside of an XWF ring. What I am capable of .. what I enjoy .. is causing the type of pain that's only seen in nightmares. I know you think highly of yourself Andy. And you should. You wouldn't last a minute in this business if you didn't. But there's a fine line between confidence and stupidity. Don't cross that line or your fall back to reality is going to be harsh. YOU .. have been warned.
Tilting his neck to the left, Shawn cracks his neck loudly before turning his chair back in the direction of the flatscreen, he flicks the remote and the screen pops back to life. This time, it's the image of Swift Ion that comes to life on the screen, colorful as always.
"This is uhmm...Shawn Steele. Has musclr, but not ripped nor "jacked". What yourvtrying to say is tha, you have muscle. Thats all you had to say bro.”
Shawn doesn't even touch the remote this time, instead the television just cuts to darkness as Shawn sits motionless, letting that all just set in for a moment. He continues staring blankly at the screen for a moment before turning his head slowly to look into the camera, raising his right eyebrow in a questioning form before dropping it again and turning back to the television.
Shawn Steele: Uhhhh ... what? No, I'm not kidding. I don't know what in the hell you just said, Ion. Where are you from? Do you speak English? Because that wasn't English. But, I see what you did there. You saw what some jackass had to say about my appearance, and then went from there. Are you lazy AND stupid? I mean, all you had to do was look at me. Go ahead, take a look ..
Standing from his chair, Shawn slowly lifts his arms out to his sides, showing his wingspan as he smirks at the camera.
Shawn Steele: Look at me. Now look at yourself. And it’s not even the fact that you’re clearly a midget with an inferiority complex. But that’s nothing against smaller guys in this business. There are plenty of legendary guys who were able to over come their lack of size and strength to become superstars. But they all did it with their intelligence. And you, Swift Ion, have proven to the world that you lack that as well. I saw you tell Adam Morrison that you were going to make him tap out, and THEN toss him over the top rope. Can you even lift him over your ankles? This is not how you overcome your shortcomings. And if that’s how you plan on overcoming Andrew Morrison, well then you had better come into this match Monday night with something better than what you've shown me thus far .. .. bro.
Rolling his eyes as he sits back down, Shawn turns his attention back to the telvision, flicking the remote to bring it back to life, this time with the image of Jonathon Thomas Cross, ironically holding up a picture of Shawn Steele.
"Where did I heard that name from?.. Oh fuck it must not be a important name due to I cant even remember."
Again Shawn sighs loudly as the television monitor goes dark, slowly turning in his chair.
Shawn Steele: Is this seriously the best you have to offer in the X-treme Wrestling Federation? This is what you have for me? This asshole actually thinks that he's going to intimidate me, or hell anyone else, by running his mouth about trivial bullshit? Here's the thing, Jonny. I'm actually in a good mood, so I'm going to give you a little free advice. Keep your family out of this. Your loose wife and your ugly sister. Neither of them belong here. Let alone your obviously inbred children. Do your kids ride the special bus, Jonny? They should. Then again, so should their father. Because you're retar .. mentally handica .. mentally handicapable. Yeah, I think that's the proper term now. Not that it matters. Because if you get in my way on Madness, you're going to wind up spending the rest of your days in a wheelchair with your dumbass sister there to wipe up your drool. But don't worry JT, I'm sure someone will take care of that wife of yours.
Turning again towards the television, Shawn begins clicking away at the remote but nothing happens. Suddenly he gripes the control in his clenched fist before throwing it at the screen, the glass cracking before the flatscreen topples over backwards.
Shawn Steele: And where the hell are the rest of you? I'm getting tired of waiting for you morons to show up and open your mouths. But maybe you're the smart ones here. Maybe you have no intentions of showing up on Monday night. That'd be in your best interest. It'd be in the best interest of nine other XWF Superstars to just stay away from Bell Centre on Monday. Hell, if they were smart, they wouldn't even enter the damn country. Because this is my time. The Bell Centre is my arena. Monday Night .. Madness .. The Age of Shawn Steele begins. Enjoy it.
Turning in his chair slowly, the scene begins to fade away.
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