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 Posted: Tue Nov 04, 2014 2:37 am
Andrew Styles seemed to have a quite weary face on him as he walked down the ramp in the middle of the show, after his match, none the less and not interrupting anyone's match, just taking that break moment.
He walked down to the earlier heard tune: Kavinsky - Roadgame in a slow manner and this time having more clothes on, a red shirt, another set of pants and shoes but reminding a promo that he heard through the TV after his match was finished, did not leave him satisfied at all, so he was out here to try and get things right.
(Refer to: Shadow's "What's That Contract' promo)The True Crimson entered the ring while his purple-ish sunglasses covered his eyes from the lights, his custom-made microphone on the right hand and within his heart and mind, he had been shut off on a lot. But no more would he stand for this."Well, hello, ladies and gentlemen, you saw me fight earlier, I'm sorry for not having an unique apparition in a show. I guess I just love being in the center of this ring. Both for your entertainment and my personal entertainment, heh."The fans cheered a bit to that response but a few other fans stayed in contempt, the mistrust was visible and it had become quite normal as Andrew requested a chair from one of the crew members.
A few minutes after being handed the chair, Andrew had opened the chair and sat down on it, facing the ramp as he leaned back comfortably.
"Now, here's the deal. I never lost my Crimson City championship fairly, did I?"The fans replied loudly, even those that were held in contempt silence had to agree with that. "No."Andrew sighed a bit on the mic as he leaned back on the chair with a blank stare under the sunglasses, only with a close-up it'd be visible through the tinted lenses.
"Well, I seem to have become a stranger because for all I know. I do deserve my title rematch even though I should not fight for what's naturally mine! Sure, I don't say that I would have not been beaten off later in time but I never lost fairly! So, why in the ******** hell does Shadow get a contract and the original Crimson City Champion gets nothing but a pat on the back by the end of the matches?!"The fans were shocked by Andrew's angry tone and way of speaking so bluntly yet it was true, he never had his rematch fairly."Boss, I want you to come out here right now! And explain it to me!"Andrew rose up and kicked the chair away, even if it was open, the steel tipped boots would make the chair fly over the top rope as Andrew leaned on the ropes facing the ramp, the black mic on his left hand currently and he actually rolled under the ring after a few minutes, taking out his purple tinted sunglasses and handing them to one of the youngest fans in the audience, maybe the kid was four or three years old.
By the looks of it, the mother was a bit scared and was already protecting the kid but after a bit, Andrew was allowed to place his sunglasses on top of the kid's head like a small tiara and then he hi-fived the kid who had a wide smile across his face.
He walked away from there to stop and sit down on the apron, facing the ramp.
"Well, it seems that everything is clear for me. No one seems to want to give me my fair shot. Not you, not Blackjack and above all, not certainly, your so-called new Crimson City Champion. And I'm not going to ask for a shot at what's rightfully mine."He spoke angrily through the mic as his face was not one of happiness or being cheerful anymore."So, what I want, is for you, Boss-Man Matt to come out here in this precise moment unless you want me to stay here all night awaiting for you and pausing the whole show. I want your presence out here and I want to talk with you. So, don't waste our dear fans' time, you know you lose money by it and your pay gets a bit shorter. So, get out here, Boss! And you can screw me over all that you want but you know that I am ******** right!"The fans cheered loudly at Andrew's whole point of reasoning as the wrestler had his arms folded on top of his chest while awaiting.
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Posted: Tue Dec 23, 2014 11:15 pm
It seemed like it would be ages before the General Manager would ever make his appearance, but just as the fans were losing hope that Styles would ever be answered, the curtain moved. Without any music, Matt Shanahan strolled out onto the stage with his eyes hidden behind his signature aviators, blocking out the floodlights that lit up the open field and competition area.
"Styles, my friend, what is this?" Matt started out saying, his tone casually confused. "You and I always have had no issue keeping things behind the scenes, and now you want to make a public spectacle? Over what, a title you were stripped of nearly a year ago?"
Matt lowered the microphone, as if to wait for Andrew's response. However, he would be quick to cut him off if he tried to speak. His tone changed abruptly, now matching the noted frustration-filled tone of The True Crimson standing in the ring. "You've been back in active competition for how long, and NOW you're demanding a -rematch-? Now, you see... there's a problem with that. You can't have a rematch, because there was never even a match."
"You remember, don't you? You were beaten into the ground and injured beyond belief, which forced you out of competition. Remember that? I do, because that was the start of The House haunting this company for months. You had to be stripped of the title, which is a shame, I know. You were a great champion, and the first ever holder of the belt. But!... You were -stripped-. You didn't lose the match, you weren't screwed out of the belt, you were stripped of it due to your injuries. That's not something I can help, and I'm certainly not going to stand for a champion to keep a belt when he can't even walk. This is BBW, goddamn it! We earn the right to be champion here! And you know what, for a while you had your eyes in the right direction. You came back and sought to win the Sanguine Invitational, and... fell short. Then, you went on a huge winning streak, I was certain you were worthy of another shot then!... But, then you suddenly disappeared. Again. Now, tell me Andrew, what the ******** do you deserve after being stripped of a belt due to inability to compete, and then no-showing the company after you had so much momentum on your side? What do I owe you, exactly? Do you want a contract like Shadow EARNED? Do you want to be in another tournament? Do you want to EARN a chance for contendership? Because I can tell you this, you don't get a rematch, especially when you were stripped nearly a year ago. That's not how this works."
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Posted: Fri Dec 26, 2014 11:38 am
"Would you please shut the hell up?!"
Andrew spoke abruptly towards his superior right now, the fans shocked at that sign of disrespect as he then let out a quite michevious laugh through his lips and glanced to the ramp where the man of the hour was standing at."You're ********' right on one thing, this is BBW. Bad Blood Wrestling. And if you're not giving me a shot, I'll have to take it out of you in another way. Yes, I did disappear, over what? Did you ever wonder? Oh, wait, unlike the rest of the roster, I do not seek for pity and go on air and say: "Hey, this happened to me, grieve over me."
Andrew was high on running fumes as he stretched a bit and stopped sitting at the ring's apron to stand on his own two feet, the microphone in the right hand and his eyes intensively looking up to the ramp."I did lose at Sanguine Invitational to have a reattachment to my face, good point. I did have a winning streak and disappeared but hey, your worry is not there. I don't ask for you to have pity but I'm going to get my shot, one way or the another. I'm not your friend, never was and never will be, I used to respect you but you did get yourself downgraded and only grew to see the rising stars and just lift them over your shoulders, I wasn't one of Matt's Warriors against the House and god knows that I deserved that much, so now you get two words: "******** you". Get ready for a change you'll never forget."The True Crimson would then proceed to crouch and grab something from underneath the ring, it coming out in the form of an iron tube with a huge kitchen knife in one end and the other end having an hammer, all was attached, screwed and stuck perfectly as he hung the improvised weapon on the left shoulder and grinned a bit as he then proceeded to speak."You do recall Blackjack's madness and stabbing, correct? His use of knifes and such cutting objects? You think that was impressive? Well, I hope this will enlighten your mind, I like to call it the Crimson Punisher. Still needs to be painted. You give out chance to all the rest, I get a pat in the back and the pay-check. Now I lost my reign in an unsavory manner. You stripped me of the title and did you give me a fair shot at it after I came back? Wait, no. I'm tired of talking to you, this time I'll do what I should have done when I came back. I'll let the Punisher talk now.The man by the name of Andrew Styles had really snapped now as he tossed the mic aside and went up the ramp with that improvised home-made weapon on his left shoulder, his eyes focused and the fans were just shocked at this turn of events, this seemed to be something that the fans and the wrestling world would call a Shoot.
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Posted: Fri Dec 26, 2014 1:00 pm
Shanahan stood his ground on stage, his eyes locked with Styles'. Matt knew what Andrew wanted, but here's where Kelly King's advice actually was useful: do not negotiate with terrorists.
"Title matches are earned; I offered you a chance at fighting for your title back in February, and you turned it down. You said you wanted to truly earn it back, so you got yourself into the Invitational. You sought other goals after that, and when you fell short, this was your back-up plan?" Matt probed right after Styles finished and began to work his way up the ramp. The fans watched in anticipation, fully expecting the General Manager to turn tail or engage in physical contact for the first time since BBW opened.
"If you think harming me is gonna get you a shot, you're dumber than Blackjack ever was." He stayed on the stage and lowered his microphone, glaring at Styles and waiting to see what may come.
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Posted: Sat Dec 27, 2014 5:46 am
The True Crimson kept making his way up the ramp with haste, not really bothering to keep up the pep talk with Matt Shanahan as he kept the Crimson Punisher on his left shoulder and the according hand was keep it in the spot.
Though he did not run or make any glares to predict that he was going to attack with that weapon, noticing by the stance it had on his shoulder, it was unlikely.
The wrestler by the name of Andrew Styles got in front of Shanahan to just bump past him, soon enough, the fans got disappointed by the lack of finishing for this whole Shoot's hype. They started booing and jeering because Styles did not hit Shanahan.
But after a few steps away from the General Manager, he grabbed the Crimson Punisher with both of his gloved hands and quickly aimed to smash the boss with the hammer part right on the head out of the blue. If it connected, that would send out a message and also would leave a circular mark on Shanahan to remind him of being the first victim at the hands of the Punisher. But who knows if it would end with that one blow?
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Posted: Mon Dec 29, 2014 2:22 pm
The General Manager smirked to himself and lowered his head after Styles walked by. He scratched his chin while he soaked in what just happened. Once again, another angry employee over something they could've helped, but didn't. At this rate, he might have to put in a new policy. Something abo-
That thought was cut short as the make-shift sledgehammer clipped the back of Shanahan's tilted cranium, sending a spike of pain through the back area of his head. Despite not being hit with the full brunt of the weapon, even a clipping from a sledgehammer really hurts; add in the fact that he took that hit to the skull, and you've got some damage. Matt fell to the side with the momentum, a hand instinctively grasping at the back of his cracked head.
Through gritted teeth, Matt seethed and huffed in pain, causing worry in the nearby fans. Would Andrew capitalize on this and continue the assault? The fans suspected yes, but the men in black security shirts heading towards the stage from the sides suggested otherwise.
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Posted: Tue Dec 30, 2014 2:50 am
The equalizer was on Styles' hands right now, his Punisher was searching for more blood, so he turned away while pointing the knife side to the few security guys, shifting his eyes slowly between each of them, his smile was twisted as much as his gaze was intense as it stopped on Shanahan, the Punisher did not need more blood or contact with useless pieces of meat like the security staff. Though Shanahan had the honor of being the first to try out the Punisher up and personal. "Matt, I'll see you next card. I want your a** to bring your Slugger. This is not a request, it's a challenge. You, me, main event the next card. No Bastion. Bring your bombs."
He spoke loud enough for the other to hear and also for the front row fan members of BBW to hear that as they started cheering, the rest did not know what they were cheering for but cheered none the less, a wave spreads too quick as then Andrew simply held the Crimson Punisher and walked back, the security staff spreading slowly, three of them going to check on Shanahan as the rest accompanied Styles back and out of the arena. The titantron showed something in red lettering, like a graffiti but readable enough.
"This is My Reasoning."
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