08-09-2013, 11:46 PM
|-| He told the world that winning the Rumble in Brooklyn didn’t matter. That facing John Madison didn’t matter. That becoming the King of the XWF didn’t matter. And maybe he was telling the truth. Maybe he wasn’t. We’ll never known because, while Shawn Steele was very impressive in the Rumble, his chances at victory were cut short due to a man who wasn’t even in the match. That man, was none other than Andrew Aldway. Of The Connection. If The Connection even still exists. Nightmare has left the group. John Austin has left the group. Ricky Desmond is no longer leading the group, apparently. But, after what happened on Monday night in Brooklyn, The Connection no longer matters. Destruction of The Connection is no longer the priority. Instead, the priority has become the destruction of everyone. |-|
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The scene unfolds backstage at The Barclays Center, where the Rumble in Brooklyn is still ongoing. Sebastian Duke has just entered the Rumble and The Brotherhood is circling John .. Juan Madison. Meanwhile, Steve Sayors and an XWF camera crew are rushing down the hallways of The Barclays Center. The bottom right hand corner of the screen is adorned with the “XWF.com X-clusive” logo but Sayors, clearly out of breath but ever the professional, informs us of as much.
Steve Sayors: Fans, Steve Sayors here with an XWF exclusive, where we have just been dispatched to the locker room of Shawn Steele where there has been a report of some kind of commotion taking place.
Just as Sayors finishes up, he reaches the door to Shawn Steele’s locker room, quickly pushing it open just as Shawn Steele is hoisting a huge wooden bench into the air above his head before hurling it against the wall, where it breaks into three pieces before hitting the floor. It’s at this point that we take notice of two things. One, the entire locker room has been destroyed. First and foot sized holes line the walls. Metal lockers are dented. A flatscreen television lays broken on the floor, the ongoing Rumble in Brooklyn still somewhat visible through the shattered screen. And two, the man seemingly responsible for this carnage, Shawn Steele, has blood streaming from a long gash along the back of his head, the blood joining with his sweat to cover his back. We aren’t the only ones taking in this absurd sight and Steve Sayors voices his reaction.
Steve Sayors: Holy shit!
Upon hearing the squealing voice of Steve Sayors, Steele turns on his heels, the rage flashing in his eyes as he glares at Sayors. The pure hatred in his eyes is enough to cause Sayors to take a small step backwards, almost involuntarily.
Shawn Steele: What the fuck do you want?!
Sayors, still seeming to be in shock, and possibly in actual fear for the first time that Shawn Steele may inflict some bodily harm upon him, doesn’t even seem to realize that the man has even said a word, let alone asked him a basic yet forceful question. Sayors is just standing there, looking dumbstruck, inadvertently ignoring Shawn’s question, which doesn’t help improve Steele’s mood. Shawn probably doesn’t .. may not have the intention of harming Sayors at this exactly moment as he takes a single, yet large and aggressive step towards him, but Steve Sayors clearly doesn’t know this and quickly takes what can only be described as a “jump step” backwards. But the gesture from Steele seems to be just enough to finally snap Sayors out of his stunned silence and he finally response vocally.
Steve Sayors: What ...... What in the hell are you doing Shawn?!
Well so much for that “may not” previously mentioned. Shawn lunges towards Sayors, his right arm outstretched as his giant hand wraps around the neck of Steve Sayors, squeezing firmly enough to impeach Sayors' ability to breath as Steele pushes against his throat, backing him through the hallway and against the wall.
Shawn Steele: You saw what happened! You saw what that piece of shit did out there! You saw what he did!
In an attempt to get himself out of this unforseen position, Sayors slowly, almost as if he’s attempting to not startle Shawn Steele with any sudden movements, moves his hands up to grab ahold of Steele’s forearm, pushing it away from him smoothly as he attempts to speak.
Steve Sayors: You mean ... You mean Andrew Ald.....
Shawn Steele: You know who the fuck I mean! The piece of shit with the led pipe that tried to BASH MY SKULL IN!
Steve Sayors: Um.. yes, Andrew Aldway. Who came to the ring with a led pipe .. I think most people saw....
Shawn Steele: Everyone fucking saw it! Everyone saw that piece of shit Aldway attack me, FROM BEHIND, with a fucking pipe! He wasn’t even in the match Sayors. He wasn’t even in the match! Do you think I’m going to let that asshole get away with this?! You saw Sayors .. you saw what I did to The Connection after they......
Steve Sayors: I don’t think The Connection is even sti...
Shawn Steele: I don’t give a fuck if The Connection is still in tact! FUCK THE CONNECTION! This is personal now. And I told everyone on day one .. ON DAY ONE .. that you do NOT want to make it personal with me. And that’s what Aldway did tonight. He made it personal. And I’m going to end it. Right now.
Steve Sayors: Right now? Are you going to find Andrew Aldway? I think he’s left the arena.
For the first time Shawn appears to let his anger fade as he takes a step back from Sayors and actually smiles slightly.
Shawn Steele: Of course he’s left the arena. Because he’s a fucking coward. He’s not man enough to stand up and face me one on one. He’s never been man enough. But now he’s not going to have the choice. Now I’m going to make sure it’s just he and I in that ring. And it’ll happen next week. I’m going to make that happen, right now. If you see Heyman, tell him I’m waiting for him in his office.
Turning from Steve Sayors, Shawn begins walking down the hallway in the direction of Paul Heyman’s office, the scene slowly fading away with a shot of Steele’s bloody back.
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[ .. Fade up XWF logo .. ]
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The scene unfolds backstage at The Barclays Center, where the Rumble in Brooklyn is still ongoing. Sebastian Duke has just entered the Rumble and The Brotherhood is circling John .. Juan Madison. Meanwhile, Steve Sayors and an XWF camera crew are rushing down the hallways of The Barclays Center. The bottom right hand corner of the screen is adorned with the “XWF.com X-clusive” logo but Sayors, clearly out of breath but ever the professional, informs us of as much.
Steve Sayors: Fans, Steve Sayors here with an XWF exclusive, where we have just been dispatched to the locker room of Shawn Steele where there has been a report of some kind of commotion taking place.
Just as Sayors finishes up, he reaches the door to Shawn Steele’s locker room, quickly pushing it open just as Shawn Steele is hoisting a huge wooden bench into the air above his head before hurling it against the wall, where it breaks into three pieces before hitting the floor. It’s at this point that we take notice of two things. One, the entire locker room has been destroyed. First and foot sized holes line the walls. Metal lockers are dented. A flatscreen television lays broken on the floor, the ongoing Rumble in Brooklyn still somewhat visible through the shattered screen. And two, the man seemingly responsible for this carnage, Shawn Steele, has blood streaming from a long gash along the back of his head, the blood joining with his sweat to cover his back. We aren’t the only ones taking in this absurd sight and Steve Sayors voices his reaction.
Steve Sayors: Holy shit!
Upon hearing the squealing voice of Steve Sayors, Steele turns on his heels, the rage flashing in his eyes as he glares at Sayors. The pure hatred in his eyes is enough to cause Sayors to take a small step backwards, almost involuntarily.
Shawn Steele: What the fuck do you want?!
Sayors, still seeming to be in shock, and possibly in actual fear for the first time that Shawn Steele may inflict some bodily harm upon him, doesn’t even seem to realize that the man has even said a word, let alone asked him a basic yet forceful question. Sayors is just standing there, looking dumbstruck, inadvertently ignoring Shawn’s question, which doesn’t help improve Steele’s mood. Shawn probably doesn’t .. may not have the intention of harming Sayors at this exactly moment as he takes a single, yet large and aggressive step towards him, but Steve Sayors clearly doesn’t know this and quickly takes what can only be described as a “jump step” backwards. But the gesture from Steele seems to be just enough to finally snap Sayors out of his stunned silence and he finally response vocally.
Steve Sayors: What ...... What in the hell are you doing Shawn?!
Well so much for that “may not” previously mentioned. Shawn lunges towards Sayors, his right arm outstretched as his giant hand wraps around the neck of Steve Sayors, squeezing firmly enough to impeach Sayors' ability to breath as Steele pushes against his throat, backing him through the hallway and against the wall.
Shawn Steele: You saw what happened! You saw what that piece of shit did out there! You saw what he did!
In an attempt to get himself out of this unforseen position, Sayors slowly, almost as if he’s attempting to not startle Shawn Steele with any sudden movements, moves his hands up to grab ahold of Steele’s forearm, pushing it away from him smoothly as he attempts to speak.
Steve Sayors: You mean ... You mean Andrew Ald.....
Shawn Steele: You know who the fuck I mean! The piece of shit with the led pipe that tried to BASH MY SKULL IN!
Steve Sayors: Um.. yes, Andrew Aldway. Who came to the ring with a led pipe .. I think most people saw....
Shawn Steele: Everyone fucking saw it! Everyone saw that piece of shit Aldway attack me, FROM BEHIND, with a fucking pipe! He wasn’t even in the match Sayors. He wasn’t even in the match! Do you think I’m going to let that asshole get away with this?! You saw Sayors .. you saw what I did to The Connection after they......
Steve Sayors: I don’t think The Connection is even sti...
Shawn Steele: I don’t give a fuck if The Connection is still in tact! FUCK THE CONNECTION! This is personal now. And I told everyone on day one .. ON DAY ONE .. that you do NOT want to make it personal with me. And that’s what Aldway did tonight. He made it personal. And I’m going to end it. Right now.
Steve Sayors: Right now? Are you going to find Andrew Aldway? I think he’s left the arena.
For the first time Shawn appears to let his anger fade as he takes a step back from Sayors and actually smiles slightly.
Shawn Steele: Of course he’s left the arena. Because he’s a fucking coward. He’s not man enough to stand up and face me one on one. He’s never been man enough. But now he’s not going to have the choice. Now I’m going to make sure it’s just he and I in that ring. And it’ll happen next week. I’m going to make that happen, right now. If you see Heyman, tell him I’m waiting for him in his office.
Turning from Steve Sayors, Shawn begins walking down the hallway in the direction of Paul Heyman’s office, the scene slowly fading away with a shot of Steele’s bloody back.
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