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Shawn Steele · (07-26-2013)

|-| They say “a win is a win”. And to most, that statement rings true. It doesn’t matter how you win, all that matters is THAT you win. Cheat to win? You still won. And winning is the most important thing. Hell, winning is the ONLY thing that matters. And Shawn Steele won. He won, and Ricky Desmond lost. But it was Ricky Desmond who was able to walk from the ring under his own power. Along with Andrew Morrison, Andrew Aldway, Nightmare and yes, John Austin. The Connection. Those four men all walked from the ring on Monday night while the victor, while Shawn Steele, was left laying in the middle of the ring, barely conscious. But he won the match. In the record books, it’ll always show that Shawn Steele holds a victory over Ricky Desmond. And to Shawn Steele, winning isn’t the only thing. Winning, is meaningless. And now, what’s important to Shawn Steele is just one thing. Revenge. Against Ricky Desmond. Against Nightmare. Against Aldway and Morrison. And, most importantly, against John Austin. |-|

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It’s shortly after Shawn Steele’s victory over the leader of The Connection, Ricky Desmond. Steele, still in his wrestling gear, is slowly and gingerly walking down the hallway of The O2 World Arena carrying a white towel, his blonde hair streaked red with his own blood. Clearly angry and in pain, he rudely brushes past some XWF crew members as he turns the corner before reaching the door to his locker room. Bringing the towel up to wipe the sweat away from his face as he grasps the door handle, Shawn opens the door and walks in ..

Steve Sayors: Shawn Steele! The Connection certainly made impact here tonight when they attac....

Upon hearing the voice of Steve Sayors, Steele, for lack of a better term, loses his shit. He throws the towel aside before reaching out angrily, grabbing Sayors by his shirt and wrapping his fists in the fabric before he spins Sayors around, slamming his back into the wall. Snarling slightly, Shawn leans in slowly, getting almost nose to nose with Sayors.

Shawn Steele: Get .. the fuck .. OUT!

Roughly yanking Sayors back from the wall, he firmly moves him back towards the open doorway before shoving him backwards, sending him stumbling out into the hallway. The XWF cameraman, obviously a bit nervous based on the fact that the camera shot has begun to visibly vibrate, goes to make a quick exit along with Sayors when he’s stopped by Steele’s open palm pressed firmly into his chest as Shawn shakes his head slowly.

Shawn Steele: You stay.

Pushing the XWF cameraman with his right hand lighter than he did Sayors, Steele points towards a wooden bench where the cameraman slowly moves to sit down as Shawn begins pacing back and forth over a small patch of the floor. The vibrations in the camera shot begin to finally calm, only to violently return when Steele suddenly spins on his heels, his fist slamming into the wall in the back of the wooden lockers. His breathing heavy, his upper body heaving slightly, Steele turns from the row of lockers to face the cameraman, a small trickle of blood beginning to fall from his now bloodied knuckles.

Shawn Steele: You think you can get away with this? You think I’m not going to make you pay for what you did? Is that what you think Ricky? That I’m just going to tuck my tail between my legs and run away? Like a coward? Do you think I’m a coward, Desmond? Do you think I’m the kind of guy .. the kind of guy who’ll call for backup when all hope seems lost? The kind of guy who needs a fucking wrecking crew to save him from the ass beating that he so rightly deserves?! That’s not who I am. That’s who you are, Ricky. You were right about me when you said I was a loner. Not a team player. So maybe you think you’re not going to suffer the wrath of your actions tonight. Maybe you think that The Connection keeps you out of harms way. And I’ll admit it Ricky, together you guys are an impressive force. I can attest to that first hand. But maybe you’ll notice something Desmond. I’m .. Still .. Standing. I’m not like Matt Lennox and Jack Killborn. It’s gonna take a hell of a lot more than what you and your Connection are capable of to put me down for good.

You’ve made a grave mistake Ricky. You’ve led your Connection down a dead end path. You’ve set in motion your own demise. What you did .. what happened tonight .. ALL, that happened tonight, was the unleashing of a hell the likes of which none of you have ever encountered. Thank you, Ricky. Thank you, for setting me free.

The shot begins slowly zooming in on the face of Shawn Steele as his lips begin to curl into a smile before the scene slowly begins to fade away.

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