09-22-2013, 09:10 PM
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Our scene begins seemingly shortly after it last ended, with Shawn Steele still in the back of his limo, alone, watching the built in television. On it, is a recent encounter that Mr. Radio, Number One Contender to the XWF Television Championship, had with Steve Sayors, shortly after Sayors and Steele had parted. Steele sits back, mouth agape in a stunned silence as he watches the encounter take place, occasionally shaking his as the faint sounds of a screaming Mr. Radio is heard. Moments after making out Mr. Radio calling Steve Sayors a “little shit”, the television falls silent. Shaking his head again, Shawn Steele begins slow clapping.
Shawn Steele: Bravo Radio, bravo. Do you feel better now? Feel like you’re a real man? Like you accomplished something by berating Steve Sayors? That’s something original, isn’t it Radio? Here’s the difference between you and me, Radio. The difference .. the difference is people fear me. People fear me because they know damn well that if I want to, I can change their lives forever. Do you think Sayors was afraid of you? Do you think he was terrified of what you might do to him? Of course he wasn’t. Look at the end of what happened Radio. Sayors called your bluff. Steve Sayors .. personification of bad ass that he is, walked out on you. Plugged the plug and walked away from you. And what you did you do? You said you’ll continue your little rant on your radio show. Or is it a podcast? YouTube channel? Maybe you’re on some kind of local network with that idiot Phelps clan down in Topeka. Do you think that “God Hates Fags” too, Michael?
You need to seek help, Radio. Quickly. And you need to point your focus where it belongs. And it’s not on Mr. Supernova. And it’s not on your tag team partner. It’s supposed to be on me. And on Hunter Payne. Because I’m going to let you in on a little secret Radio. You may be right that your partner doesn’t deserve his shot at the Television title. He doesn’t deserve to be in that match. But I do. Probably more than you do. But here’s the thing. So does Hunter Payne. He deserves to be in that XWF Television Championship match. And I’m pretty sure that he’s going to do everything in his power come Monday night to prove it. To you. To Supernova. And, most importantly, to Paul Heyman. Me? I have nothing to prove. The only thing I want to do in this match on Monday night, is hurt somebody. That’ll most likely be you. So go ahead and take a look at what’ll be standing across the ring from you at Madness. Shawn Steele. Hunter Payne. The Brotherhood. Now take a look to your side and see who’s standing there with you. It’s nobody. Vincent Alieri. Just where is Vincent, Radio? Exactly. He’s nowhere to be found. Maybe he’s just the smarter one on his team.
He’d be the smarter one, because everyone knows how this match is going to end Monday night. And it’s going to end badly for you. It’d be in your best interest to not even show up. You shouldn’t even bother boarding that plane to Texas. Just stay home. On whatever planet you think you come from. Take the defeat that you’re going to get no matter what, and save yourself from the beating. This is the dawning of a new era in X-treme Championship Wrestling. And you’re the bottom rung on that later that we’re going to climb straight to the top. Do everyone .. yourself included, a favor Radio. Stay away from the American Airlines Center. And .. for the love of God Radio, stay the fuck away from that ring. FROM OUR RING. Because if you don’t .. it’s going to get bloody.
Reaching down to grab a bottle of water, Steele twists off the cap before leaning back in his seat, taking a drink as the scene comes to a close.
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