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**06-18-2013, 05:01 AM**

The beat up,powder blue 1989 Ford Escort is seen parked outside the local bar in the area. Not known for being the best of areas as several police cruisers buzz down the cluttered street. A bum can be seen perched against the corner of the bar with a brown paper bag and a ratty looking dog by his side. Within a moments, the view changes to the interior of the bar, a hole in the wall, a dive with the not so desirable,toothless waitresses. Shady Robertson could be seen in a crowd of people in the right hand corner of the dimly lit bar. A waitress comes over with a tray of beers and hands them around as Shady motions for the camera to come closer.

Shady Robertson

"Ok..another lesson for the XWF..surround yourself with those of a lesser quality than yourself. Take a look around me, these are some of the ugliest broads I've ever layed eyes on in my entire life. These boys hanging around me? Clingers, wanna be wrestlers, but can serve a purpose when needed. But what purpose would I actually even need them for? From what I have witnessed firsthand here, this federation is full of talkers, but no action. Don't get me started on Davids or Luca again, they've already proven you can get to the top of the mountain here by tucking their tails and running, only to talk trash as their back is turned, tough guys huh? Enough of them..on to business at hand.

He pauses for a moment as a few of the others raise their glasses, they all click before taking a swig. Shady places his mug back down,wiping the throth from his mustache before settling back on the camera.

"Listen here now, it has not even been a full forty eight hours since I've come on the scene and yall already know my name, and trust and believe me, there is a reason for that. From what I have seen thus far, it appears so many of you just want to be fancy and out of this world, rather than focus on WRESTLING,rather than focus on delivering beat downs and showing the world what it's really like. We got fools like The Rock that have entered this battle royal thinking they actually have a shot at winning this thing?? Let me tell you something, stick to the corny, lame jokes, cause they are pretty pathetic. Keep the jokes out of the ring and show that you belong here bud, though to be perfectly honestly, you belong nowhere NEAR a professional wrestling ring, other than as a spectator, quit before you get hurt."

He pauses for a moment, taking a look around at some billiard players arguing over a trick shot before turning back to down the remaining liquid in his mug. Wiping his mouth again he hands the mug off to one of the hanger ons and proceeds to stroke his goatee before bringing his focus back to the camera.

"Now for those paying attention, it must seem like I am doing nothing more than trashing everyone on the roster doesn't it? If you've come to that conclusion, you have assumed correctly..until now. There is one individual here who actually gets it. One individual that I know if I went to him, got in his face and said I wanted a fight, he wouldn't back down. HUNTER PAYNE..you I will give credit where credit is due. Don't let it get to your head right away now jack, cause when it comes down to me and you in this battle royal, which is what the odds are, I'll still have to toss you over that top rope. But I'm a man of business and tell you what, I'll watch your back in this thing, you watch mine, and in the end, one on one, me and you, we determine who the real man is around the XWF..think it over, we my friend, can make things happen around here, unlike the others who just seem, quite simply, complacent, with the normalcy they bring to this company. Let's shake things up and actually make it interesting around here. This companys been around for a while and it is well past its time to be injected with some new blood and new and improved action, and we will be able to provide that ten fold!"

A firm hand is placed onto the table as Shady pulls himself up and tosses a few bills down onto the table as he nods to the others before making his way out the front door and onto the street. Passing by the bum, half asleep by now, he tosses a few quarters and hands over a cigarette, proceeding to light it for him as he makes his way to the beat up Ford Escort, upon unlocking the door, once again, he turns to the camera.

Before I ramble on any further and reveal how much I've truly had to drink, let's just say this..I'm not going anywhere anytime soon, other thans traight to the top of this company. And I've barely scratched the surface on the rest of the boys in this battle royal that I'll be destroying come showtime! Chris Legend..I had high hopes for you, until you opened your mouth..you're just as bad as the Rock, perhaps you two should join forces, maybe two idiots combined could make some form of improvement..second thought..scratch that..you two will be the first ones tossed out and crying to the back searching for your joke books. That's all for tonight, stay tuned..Mystica..Lennox...you'll be my honorable mentions next time around..."

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