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(06-24-2013)

Shady Robertson can be seen making his way to the locker room after a succesful debut on Monday Madness. The look on his face says it all, frustration, as he grabs a bottle of water from the crate and wraps a towel around his shoulders. Several others from the roster are seen walking about, speaking to eachother as Shady continues walking until his hand reaches the handle walking into the locker room, immediately going to his locker. He takes out his gear bag and sits down on the bench,beginning to untie his black boots. After a swig of water is taking and doused over his head, he looks up, shaking his head.

Shady Robertson

"Did I make a statement? Just barely. Did I ask for a tag match with Lord Butterball here...NO. I did not come here to be a team player, I came here with a purpose and in my eyes, my mind, I made that quite clear. Some say I should feel lucky I was even booked in the first place after showing up only days prior, forget that garbage. I came to the XWF just in time to save it from going out of business. And I get thrown into a rag tag duo with Lord..you know what, his name don't matter. Have you seen the guy talk, or even attempt to make a comprehensible sentence? While I'm outside the ring pummeling this guy, Lord uses his damn rolls of fat to make someone submit, good for you, but don't expect that trash to work with me. Hell, I'll take this battle royal oppurtunity..but HEYMAN..me and you need to talk. I came here to make a difference, not be thrown into a random tag match, a random battle royal, you kidding me? Am I complaining..hell yes I am. But you know what, winning is winning and so far, I haven't lost. But Heyman, I want a private meeting with YOU to renegotiate this nonsense, you want me in the ring with 9 other losers to prove my worth, you got it, but once this battle royal is over, some changes are damn sure going to happen around here. I am not even going to waste my breath on any of the others in this match, I'll leave it up to them and see what they got to say.

Shady stands up grabbing his t shirt out of the locker slipping it on as he tosses his boots into his gear bag. Turning yet again he slides on his jeans and sits down to lace up his work boots and gives a cold stare back at the camera.

"I will state something..this Lord character will be the first to go out of this battle royal, for the simple fact that he attempted to steal my spotlight in a match I simply did not want any part of in the first place. The other eight "athletes", well, that's another story, to me, it'll be like going to practice with a bunch of amateurs. I really wish I could sit here longer, for hours and hours spitting venom at the under privileged of this company, but it is quite simply much easier to let my actions in the ring do the talking. I will let yall in on a little secret though..I'm not alone here, I have made contact with a fellow XWF roster member that is willing to play ball and be by my side also, and he/she is just one of many that will be opening their eyes to the stupidity that is the XWF machine,HEYMAN, what kind of man books himself in the main event of his own show? We're coming for YOU..and every other undeserving member on this entire roster.

As he finishes talking, he downs the rest of his bottled water,tossing it into the trash as he swings his gear bag over his shoulder. He pauses for a moment and looks around the locker room, tearing down a poster of Paul Heyman,crumpling it up and tossing it in the trash before slamming the door behind him.

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