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Shawn Steele · (09-28-2013)

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In what has become a somewhat common theme in recent weeks, the scene suddenly pops to life with the image of the arm of Shawn Steele as he turns on the camera set up on a tripod somewhere in his Portland, Oregon apartment. As his arm falls from the shot, we see that things are a bit different today. Shawn has taken the time to make up a professional looking interview area. Consisting of a black sheet hanging behind him. But that’s not all! No. In curved white text on the sheet above him reads “Chatting With Steele”. Steele, oddly wearing a black polo shirt with the XWF logo placed where the left breast pocket would normally go. He makes sure he’s centered in the shot and straightens out the shirt before he looks dead into the camera, smiling widely.

Shawn Steele: Hello everyone! And welcome, to the very first, and very last, edition of Chatting With Steele! That’s right! Taking a page out of the book of my close, personal friend, Mr. Michael Radio. Because let’s face it folks, I’ve already taken everything else from him. His one-on-one title shot against Mr. Supernova? Gone. His dignity? Long gone. His ability to form a coherent sentence? Well I’m not sure he ever actually had that ability in the first place but by god, I’m going to take credit for that one too! But in one of the many differences between Michael and I .. I don’t expect you, my adoring fans! .. to just take my word for it. So let’s just go through this point, by point, by rambling point.

Reaching down to a table to his left, Steele grabs an iPad and, after pressing a couple of buttons holds it up to face the camera, the image of Mr. Radio from his recent promo filling the screen ... “Now Shawn You can only talk about one thing because you're to simple minded to think of more than one thing at a time. You bringing up that you beat me ONCE doesn't fucking matter. The fans don't give a fuck, The others in the match don't give a fuck, and I certainly don't give a fuck! Oh, and I never gave you permission to fucking use my first name! Your will refer to me as MR. Radio dammit! I heard you say that just because you beat me in a match that didn't really matter makes you feel like you can accomplish anything right? Wrong. Steele, listen you don't deserve to be in that match because No one gives a shit about you.” Steele sighs loudly as the video clip comes to an end. Shaking his head, he places the iPad back on the table before returning to face the camera.

Shawn Steele: Where to begin! How about with the fact that you’re just like the rest of them, Michael. Just like everyone else. The only thing that you can say about me, is that I’m big and stupid. More muscles than brains, right Mike? Big dumb ape? Roided up freak?! I’ve heard it all before, Radio, and I’ll hear it all again. And do you know why I keep hearing it? Because you .. and the rest of them, wish it was true. Because then .. maybe then .. maybe you would actually stand a chance against me in the ring. You’re just hoping. Hoping beyond hope that I really am just some big lumbering moron. Maybe you’ll be able to out smart me inside of that ring. Maybe you can trick me and escape with a victory. But it’s never been true, has it Radio? How many guys have outsmarted me inside of that XWF ring? How many? Hell, I’ll just give you the answer. None. None of them have outsmarted me. None of them have been smart enough to beat me. And you, Radio? You’ve had two chances. You’ve had two chances to show the world just how much of a dumb ape I am in that ring. And you’ve come up empty handed each time. So what makes you think the outcome is going to be any different on Monday night? If you want to talk about mental lapses Radio .. if I may paraphrase Albert Einstein .. 'Insanity is doing the same thing over and over again, and expecting different results.’ Does that ring a bell for you Radio? I really wouldn’t be surprised if it doesn’t, seeing as I’m fairly certain that you’re in serious need of some professional mental help anyways. I mean .. you talk about hearing me say something, that I never said. You need help, Radio. You need to get your head checked out. Quickly.

But enough about your delusions. There’s something that you said that I’ve been looking forward to addressing. Fuck the fans. Fuck Mr. Supernova and Casey Jones. And yeah, FUCK YOU TOO. You think I give a shit about what the fans think about me? What the other guys in our match think about me? What makes you think I care, Radio? What has ever .. EVER .. given you the impression that Shawn Steele gives a fuck what people think? You think this is fucking high school? Am I not in the cool kids club, Radio? Oh .. oh no! Am I not going to be voted Homecoming King?! Fuck you! I don’t deserve this match, because no one gives a shit about me? I don’t deserve this match because I’m not busy making friends and kissing ass? I don’t deserve this match because, unlike you, I don’t need to be loved? You want to know why I deserve this match, Radio? You want to know why I deserve this shot at the XWF Television Championship? It’s because I KICKED YOUR FUCKING ASS! Fucking man up Radio, and admit it. Go ahead and admit that I beat you. Twice. You can think the second match doens’t count because it was a tag team match. You can think it didn’t count because it wasn’t you I pinned. You can think it didn’t count because, like you said, even you hit your own partner in that match. Though .. the way I remember it, Radio, you hit your own partner in the process of trying to take my head off. But I was too smart for you Michael. Look at that! The big dumb ape outsmarted the infamous Mr. Radio! Face the facts you whiny little bitch. I beat you. Twice. You don’t have SHIT on me. Oh .. but you do have something over me don’t you, Mr. Radio?

Picking up the iPad again, another couple of quick button pushes and Shawn Steele is showing another clip from Radio’s promo ... “You will most likely say that No one cares about me or something Shawn Steele like so I'm going to correct you now. People do care about me Steele, Maybe not the cunts in XWF but I have plenty of fans out there that I hate but they still love me! ... I mean you took the liberty of saying that you beat the hell out of me in our first match. I don't think so pal. I was closing in for the victory until you reversed it (the smartest thing he's ever done) and hit that stupid Steele twister thing. You pinned me. If I remember correctly I stood up on my own accord and still didn't give a shit afterwards.” Sighing and shaking his head again, Steele puts the iPad down before addressing his audience once more.

Shawn Steele: Am I supposed to be impressed that you’ve apparently convinced the gullible masses into loving you? Because I’m not. I’m not the slightest bit impressed by anything you do. Because I know why the fans love you. Because you’re just like them, Radio. You’re just the lovable loser. Those people .. are losers. You, Mr. Michael Radio .. are a loser. They love you, because they can relate. They’re all a bunch of assholes who just can’t succeed, no matter how hard they try. Just like you. An asshole who runs his mouth incessantly but just never gets the job done. Now me? They can’t relate to me. Because I excel. At everything I do. I’m the very best in this business Radio. And that’s why they all hate me. Just like you hate me. Out of pure jealousy. Let’s .. for just a moment .. let’s say that the way you remember things correctly about our first encounter. We’ll just pretend that you were indeed closing in for the victory. But you didn’t get that victory, did you Radio? No. Because I .. as you said .. hit “that stupid Steele Twister” thing. Yeah. I did, didn’t I? I hit the Steele Twister and I drove your head into the mat. And what else did I do, Mr. Radio? I knocked you the fuck out! But that’s not how you remember it. And that’s understandable. Of course you’d remember things a bit differently after getting your brain knocked around inside of your thick skull. You think you just popped right back up after our match? Some kind of miraculous three second knockout? Maybe you should go back and look at the video, Radio. Though I’m sure then you’d just scream about someone doctoring the video, wouldn’t you? Because you can’t accept the truth. The truth that I beat you. Twice. The truth that you threw a hissy fit like a ten year old girl when Heyman put me in this match. The truth that you know you can’t beat me.

Pausing for a moment, Steele drops his head and sighs in disbelief before picking up the iPad and away we go ... “Don't forget about that Stupid Brotherhood shit! Steel and Payne are the newest entries to that idiotic team that is at war with the black circle. I honestly don't care about either of those stables because both teams are just a bunch of idiots who got together and decided to start a rumble at the park ... I listned some more and then I heard him say something that was just absolutely stupid! I am apparently a heartbroken little toddler who got their favorite toy taken away from them. I applied my hand to my face after he finished that sentence. I'm not heartbroken, I actually just got engaged ya twat. Oh and I'm not exactly a toddler well...Maybe in this time I'm like Negative 150 years old or something like that. But I am in my 30 year old body so I am not a toddler Steele.” Much like Mr. Radio has just described, Steele smacks his open palm against his forehead as he just drops the iPad.

Shawn Steele: So this is your bright idea? Why don’t we just piss off The Brotherhood AND The Black Circle. Yeah, because that makes sense. I understand that you’re not all there, mentally speaking, but I have a serious question for you Michael. Are you mentally challenged? Did your mother do drugs .. A LOT of drugs .. while she was pregnant? I mean okay. Let’s take this premise at face value. You’re some kind of magical being. Not a toddler, because you’re “in your thirty year old body”. Well, if this is the case, you’d think you’d have learned a few things by now. But you clearly haven’t learned anything in all your years. So instead, it’s up to me. It’s up to me to teach you something, Radio. To teach you something that you still haven’t learned. That you .. Mr. Radio .. CAN .. NOT .. BEAT .. ME! Eventually you’ll learn this lesson Radio. You’ll just have to hope that it doesn’t come too late for you to resurrect your career.

Now, I know you’ll all expecting me to unload on Casey Jones and Mr. Supernova. But the fact is .. the fact is I have nothing to say to, or about them. Why? Because they need to show up first. But I will say this. About Casey Jones.

I hope you do show up, Casey. And I’m hopeful you do the smart thing and just get yourself counted out of this match by not even entering the ring. Just stand outside and take notes. Because after I’ve driven Michael Radio’s head into the mat .. yet again .. I want you to help him to his feet. And I want you to carry his lifeless carcass to the back. And once the two of you get back there, I want you to drop him down on that couch you use and get that psychopath the help that he so desperately needs.

And Nova .. I’ll be waiting for you to finally show your face. Whichever one you’re going with now.

Reaching forward again, the scene cuts off when Steele’s hand reaches the camera.

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The scene suddenly pops back to life, showing Shawn Steele standing again.

Shawn Steele: Oh, I almost forgot. Just after I went to the XWF.com website to watch Radio spew his irrelevant words about me, I noticed something. I noticed that we’ve got a new champion. Congratulations, Radio. You’ve done it. You managed to outsmart Fatty and win yourself that XWF Xtreme Championship. So why don’t you .. for the the first time in your however many hundreds of years of life .. why don’t you grow a pair and be a man. Be a man Radio, and put that belt on the title. Winner takes all. C’mon .. Champ .. show the world just how good you really are. I would say that I’ll be waiting for your answer, but we all know you’re to much of a fucking coward to do it. Either way. Should you manage to keep that belt safe around your waist .. I’ve got your number. See you soon. Maybe sooner than you think.

Smirking, Steele reaches forward again, the camera clicking off as the scene comes to an abrupt end.

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