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The Clock is Ticking Down (RP #4)
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Heel w/ Cult Following

(the heel you love to love; does whatever they want)


#1
08-19-2013, 10:10 AM

|-| It’s just a matter of hours now. A matter of hours before that Steel Cage will descend upon that XWF ring, locking two beasts within it’s confines. Shawn Steele and Andrew Morrison. This war has been a long time coming and it’s sure not to disappoint. When these two animals enter that cage, and that door is locked, all hell is going to break loose. |-|

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The scene opens up inside of the Quicken Loans Arena in Cleveland, Ohio where the pre-show “dark match” has just come to an end, the two XWF Superstar hopefuls are making their way to the back. Just as they disappear out of sight, the arena lights suddenly fall dark just before the sounds of “Hunt You Down” by Saliva hit. The fans leap to their feet, cheering as blue and white lights begin to flash around the entrance way while a bright white line shines on the Steel Cage hanging above the ring. After a few moments Shawn Steele emerges from the back, standing in the middle of the flashing lights for a moment before making his way down the ramp, pausing to acknowledge the few signs in his favor in the crowd, and one he happens to spot that requests Andrew Morrison inserts his boot into a certain part of Shawn’s body. Glaring at the holder of the sign for a moment before moving to the ring where he leaps up onto the ring apron before climbing over the top rope. Once in the ring, Steele stops and looks up, admiring the Cage hanging above him before crossing the ring and getting a microphone from a crew member. The music finally fades away as Steele moves back to the middle of the ring. Bringing the mic up to his mouth with his right hand, he lifts his left arm straight up, pointing at the Cage.

Shawn Steele: You see that Morrison? That .. that is your hell. Tonight that Cage is going to be lowered onto this very ring and inside of it .. inside of that structure straight out of hell, your blood is going to pour. Like a faucet Morrison. You should take these last few hours to call all the local hospitals you can find and make yourself an appointment. You should find one of those private ambulance companies and give them a few grand as a retainer. You’re going to be needing their services when I’m finished.

You’ve been telling me .. telling the world, that when that Cage door closes tonight, I’m going to see the best Andrew Morrison that the world has ever seen. Even spending all those weeks back in that hell hole training with J.J. Watt. How’s his jaw doing, by the way? The point, Andrew, is that it doesn’t matter if we’re all going to see the best version of Andrew Morrison that we’ve ever seen. Because whatever version of you shows up tonight, it’s still just you. Still just Andrew Morrison. Same old disappointment. Same lame comparisons to storms. Get some new material Morrison. And while you’re at it, get some new talent because you’re running low on that too.

I had high hopes for you Andrew. I envisioned up smashing into each other inside of the ring .. two bulls locking horns and destroying everything in sight as they did battle. It would have gone down as one of the most brutal encounters in X-treme Wrestling Federation history. But I was wrong. Wrong about you. I thought you were a man, Morrison. Not a little bitch. But I’ve come to terms with your failures. And my failure as well. My failure in not seeing you as the coward that you’ve been all along. But my failure has been corrected. And tonight, I correct the XWF’s failure by getting rid of Andrew Morrison. The same way I got rid of Andrew Aldway last week. Everything about you is a failure Morrison. And tonight .. tonight I end it. I end it all. Step into this ring .. MY ring .. and get carried out. The clock is ticking Morrison. The clock is ticking.


Dropping the mic, “Hunt You Down” begins playing again as Shawn Steele exits the ring, making his way back up the ramp as the scene begins fading away.

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