Post by Sam Shields on Jul 12, 2018 7:29:29 GMT -5
Sam Shields had done something he hadn’t done often in his professional career. He’d won. He’d beaten John McCarty like a drum and simply walked out. He’d shown the world that a pure brawler with very few actual wrestling skills could beat a technical wrestler. But that was still…lowly John McCarty. He had a much bigger fish to fry in Michael X. Mickey was a man who’s become one of the Dub’s best wrestlers over the years. He’d never been thought of as highly as the Jonny Flys, Joey Flashes or John Rabids. No. But he was still one of the best to ever Grace a WCF ring. The only problem was that he just talked. So. Damn. Much. That was something that Sam hated. He liked action. Hed always perfered getting down to business rather than rambling on and on about bullshit. And they all did it. Jonny Fly, Joey Flash, Bobby Cairo. They all just rambled on about random bullshit. The only top name this company has ever had who spoke with any substance was John Rabid. Michael X could go right up there as far as rambling on about bullshit is concerned. That was one of his very few draw backs. He talked too much and that annoyed the fuck out of Sam.
Speaking of Sammy Shields, He sat on a curb in downtown Pittsburgh. The sun was shining on this particular day. He was a man lost in thought. But he still held a swagger.
“So old man Corey decided he didn’t need to fight me. I guess being the boss has its perks. He can dodge bullets when he wants. Good perk to have if you ask me. Maybe he should have given that perk to Mikey. He’s the one getting taken out now. Good job old man. You’ve sacrificed one of your best to save your own ass.
Mikey. I don’t like you. I just wanted to get that out of the way. No. You’ve never done anything to me. You’ve never even said anything to me. I just can’t stand the fact that you blabber on and on about darkness or whatever the fuck bullshit you’re into. Turn on the fucking light already….or do you need me to do that for you? I’m not sure I can. You see..I have thunder in my hands. It’s lights OUT when I land. It isn’t lights ON. I’m afraid that I can’t help you with your darkness problem. Maybe take some of your winnings and pay your electric bill? That’s a thing, you know? Hell I was just able to pay mine. It’s a great feeling to be able to pay bills. My lights are on right now! It’s awesome.
Im rambling though. I hate rambling and those who ramble. I want you to know that this is all old man Corey’s fault. He threw you in front of the bus. You could have had an easy night beating the holy shit out of Damian Kaine. But now you don’t. Nope. Now you get to go toe to toe with the real bad motherfucker. No. Not Odin and his over sized baby. I’m talking about me silly. You’re getting the opportunity to be my seconds straight win. You should be honored to be honest. You’d be the first of your kind. Of course that honor comes with a great deal of pain. Yours of course. I can’t just take it easy on you, can I? Of course not. Fans want to see a good show and I’m going to give it to them. It all comes at your expense though. I’m sorry about that. I really am. I’m not just rambling on and making shit up like you do. What I say is canon. What you say isn’t. I never lost to Jason Oneal. That wasn’t canon. I said so. What I say goes. I’m going to canon, kick your ass at thirtteen. Peace.”
Sam spoke. But he quickly went back to thinking on that curb.
Fade
Speaking of Sammy Shields, He sat on a curb in downtown Pittsburgh. The sun was shining on this particular day. He was a man lost in thought. But he still held a swagger.
“So old man Corey decided he didn’t need to fight me. I guess being the boss has its perks. He can dodge bullets when he wants. Good perk to have if you ask me. Maybe he should have given that perk to Mikey. He’s the one getting taken out now. Good job old man. You’ve sacrificed one of your best to save your own ass.
Mikey. I don’t like you. I just wanted to get that out of the way. No. You’ve never done anything to me. You’ve never even said anything to me. I just can’t stand the fact that you blabber on and on about darkness or whatever the fuck bullshit you’re into. Turn on the fucking light already….or do you need me to do that for you? I’m not sure I can. You see..I have thunder in my hands. It’s lights OUT when I land. It isn’t lights ON. I’m afraid that I can’t help you with your darkness problem. Maybe take some of your winnings and pay your electric bill? That’s a thing, you know? Hell I was just able to pay mine. It’s a great feeling to be able to pay bills. My lights are on right now! It’s awesome.
Im rambling though. I hate rambling and those who ramble. I want you to know that this is all old man Corey’s fault. He threw you in front of the bus. You could have had an easy night beating the holy shit out of Damian Kaine. But now you don’t. Nope. Now you get to go toe to toe with the real bad motherfucker. No. Not Odin and his over sized baby. I’m talking about me silly. You’re getting the opportunity to be my seconds straight win. You should be honored to be honest. You’d be the first of your kind. Of course that honor comes with a great deal of pain. Yours of course. I can’t just take it easy on you, can I? Of course not. Fans want to see a good show and I’m going to give it to them. It all comes at your expense though. I’m sorry about that. I really am. I’m not just rambling on and making shit up like you do. What I say is canon. What you say isn’t. I never lost to Jason Oneal. That wasn’t canon. I said so. What I say goes. I’m going to canon, kick your ass at thirtteen. Peace.”
Sam spoke. But he quickly went back to thinking on that curb.
Fade
