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| Shawn and Rob Slater's Rp: The lights dim, then flicker, "One Step Closer" by Linkin Park, Starts to blare across the PA System, the fans let a huge boo, due to the knowledge of who will make their presents felt next. From behind the curtain appears Shawn Styles, with his Canadian flag. He waves it proudly on the ramp before going to the left of the stage and taunting to the crowd, who seem aggravated and start throwing polythene cups and screwed up burger rappers at Shawn Styles. Shawn continues to wave his flag around to annoy the crowd even more. The Boos become louder as Double S turns around and goes to the other side of the crowd to annoy them, he does the same as last time then smiles while looking at the ring. He walks down the ramp trying his hardest not to let the peasant like fans touch his beautiful skin, and well framed Body. Shawn steps up onto the first step, he waves the flag and taunts, he puts his right foot onto the next of three steps, the crowd once again begin launching polythene cups and screwed up burger rappers at Shawn, but he pays no attention as he raises his hand up and waves to the people, he takes the other step so both feet are on the second step, he turns around, raises both hands in the air to a thunderous boo, from the crowd, the chant of "USA, USA" starts up, but it just seems to brush off of Shawn Styles. Daveo: What a way to start off the PPV tonight, Shawn Styles' match is later on though. Bobby: Well the fans sure as hell aren't happy to see him. Shawn is up on the apron and mimics Triple H, by standing with his back to the ring, his hands and flag held high and proud for all to see. He turns around quickly and steps into the ring between the second and top rope, the "USA" Chant is filling the arena over the sound of Linkin Parks' "One Step Closer". Shawn rests the flag in the left corner facing out to the crowd. He walks to the opposite corner, climbs to the second turnbuckle and raises both hands in the air. He jumps off of he second turnbuckle and walks to the other side of the ring to collect a microphone. He then goes to the middle of the ring and looks over the crowd, he pulls the microphone to his lips and says. Shawn Styles: Surprised to see me? The Crowd let out a huge Boo then the chants of "USA" change to chants of "You Suck, You Suck" Shawn Styles: I guess so. I am here to inform you people of the most important match that will take place tonight. No not the Tag Title match, no not the PHW Championship match, but the Intercontinental Title match. The best wrestlers in the business today fight over this kind of title, I can assure you that is no different in the PHW. I myself am proof of that am I not, I am everything you people wish you could be. Beautiful, Talented, Courageous, Smart, Witty and of course Better. That's right I am better than any one who you people here in Hartford - Connecticut have ever seen. You all though know what has been going on. What the hell am I saying? I'm in Connecticut, of course you don't know what's going on! The crowd's Boo's have managed to actually become louder. Shawn Styles: You can boo all you want, it's not going to cover up the truth. Any way, I noticed that recently Rob Slater and me have been having our differences. Noticing that Rob and I have not really got along, and then I realised, Rob and me need to speak to each other, man-to-man, eye-to-eye. So Rob, I dare you to come out here and meet me in this ring mono e mono. Come out here Rob, I dare ya! Nothing happens, this seems to agitate Shawn as he walks over to the ropes facing the entrance and starts to shout down the microphone. Shawn Styles: Come on Rob, where are ya. Do you know where the entrance to the arena is Rob, come out here, and do it with out that "Dick" fellow, come on Rob make your presence felt, give these fans something to cheer, something superficial that they can look at. With that the arena goes silent. Suddenly, “Ride the Lightning” by Metallica blasts out around the arena. Red lasers begin to fly around, and then, in a flash, Rob Slater appears in the middle of the ramp. A Loud pop is heard for Slater, who is confused as recently he has received nothing but abuse from the fans. Rob looks around the arena while holding his microphone. Rob is wearing his casual attire, jeans, and a denim jacket, with his Intercontinental Title over his shoulder. Slater then lifts his arm into the air, and huge pyros storm off behind him, and on the corner of each turnbuckle in the ring, making Double S jump a little. Rob: Well…Well…Well. Shawn Styles has finally plucked up the courage to grow some balls, and face me man to man. Well, it’s about time Shawn because you see, I prefer to do things the manly way. I prefer to look someone dead in their eyes, and then talk smack about them, directly…in…their…face! You see, I am not scared of you, I never have been scared of you, and I sure as hell never will be scared of you. Always remember, I am bigger than you in every way possible, height, weight, and even down here! The crowd start to cheer, and Double S is clearly getting annoyed by Rob Slater’s comments. Rob starts walking down the ramp, and closer to the ring, but halts at the half way point. Rob: Shawn, have you ever heard the saying “Be careful what you wish for”? Obviously not, because wishing for me to make my presence felt, and to come out here and meet you face to face is something pretty damn stupid. It’s almost as if you want me to kick your ass, like you have some sort of sign on your shirt saying “kick my ass Rob Slater”! But, lucky for you, I am not here to kick your ass. I am here to talk to you, like a real man would. No cheap shots, no attacks from behind, just me talking smack about you, straight to your face. Double S leans over the ring ropes, and then makes hand gestures, trying to lure Rob Slater into the ring. Rob just looks at Double S’ hand, and then laughs. Double S has a confused look on his face, and doesn’t know what Rob is laughing at. Shawn Styles: Cut the crap Rob, just get inside the ring! Rob: Hold your horses Shawn my boy. You really are in a rush aren’t ya! Obviously you are nervous, and most probably scared, because as everyone knows, people that are in a rush are usually scared and just want to get things over and done with. Double S stamps around inside the ring and is getting angry at Rob Slater’s insults. Rob then continues to walk closer to the ring. He slaps hands with the fans in the front row, and then walks over to the corner of the ring, before walking slowly up the big black steel steps. Slater then keeps an eye on Shawn Styles, just so Double S doesn’t try any cheap shots. Slater then gets inside the ring, and slowly walks up to Shawn, and the two get in each others face, nose to nose. Neither man blinks an eye, and tension rises. Styles looks up to Rob, who is a few inches taller. Rob then slowly raises his arm up to his mouth, and then begins to talk on the microphone, while still in the face of Styles. Rob: You dared me to come out her Styles, well here I am…now, what was it that you wanted to “talk” to me about in the ring little man? Was it because you felt the need to ask me where the nearest Toothpaste retailer is, because quite frankly, you breath stinks like a dead cows ass! Double S continues to stare in the face of Rob Slater, and then smirks. Shawn Styles: That’s just like you isn’t it Rob. Play the fool, play the clown. Its all fine with you being Mr Comedian, but this game is no joke. No, it’s far from a joke. You may see me as a joke, but I can assure you that I am not. I am not a joke, and that is something that you will find out inside the ring later on tonight, because just like you, I have been preparing for this battle for a long time. I learnt from my mistakes in the last match, and I am ten times better than before. I am something for you to worry about, so you better take this match deadly serious. I wont let you walk all over me, you are in for a shock, and that title that is currently held over your shoulder, heh, by the end of the night, it will be perched over my shoulder, with the beautiful initials “SS” engraved were you name used to be, and with the Canadian Flag, the best flag in the world, in place of that disgustingly ugly USA Flag! Rob: You really do live in a dream world, don’t you? If you truly believe that you have a chance in this match, then you are more stupid than I could have possibly imagined. Shawn Styles, how many more times must I emphasise this to you. You will not beat me, ever! It wont happen, so just get over it. You sir, just happen to be an add on in the match, as I have told you hundreds of times already. You need to realise that you are nothing special. Actually, I am wrong. You are special, you are special because you suck more ass than the fags that live in Canada! Shawn Styles: Go ahead, keep running your mouth big boy. I don’t have problems with you talking smack about me, in-fact, it makes me laugh to see you spurt crap, but when you start to diss the Canadians, then, you my friend, are going below the belt, way below the belt. Now, I am man enough to take this, but you can only push Shawn Styles so far. If you push me over the line, I will snap. I will snap and I will hurt you, and seeing Shawn Styles snap is not a pretty site, its and ugly one, just like all the females in this dump they call the United States of America! The crowd begin to boo insanely towards Shawn Styles, who starts to laugh. A chant of “You Suck” then breaks out, and the noise is deafening. Shawn Styles: Go on, have your fun people. We all know how much fun sucking is, or at least the fans in this arena do! The chanting gets louder and louder, and after about a minute, slowly begins to die down. Shawn Styles: Have you had your fun? Good, because my fun is just about to start. Now, Mr Slater, I remember everything you have ever said about me, and to be honest, it makes me sick. Sick to the bone. You disrespect me at every chance you get. Now, please, tell me what I have done to deserve that? Rob: Tell you what you have done? Ok, well, someone pass me a chair, because this is going to take all night! Shawn Styles, its not that you have done anything, more because you piss me off…and…YOU...SUCK! Yeah, that’s right…and it’s not the only reason. You see, every time you open your mouth, a huge pile of shit comes out. Everyone knows it, you blabber on night after night on how great Canada is, and how great you are. Now, Styles, tell me, what makes you so great? Shawn Styles: What makes me so great? Many things. The fact that I am FULL Canadian is one thing… Rob: And also the fact that you have yet to win a match? Yeah that really is something to be proud of. I wished I had never won a match. I mean, it gets you into the hall of fame, or should I say, the hall of losers? Get a grip on yourself Styles, you would be much better off pissing the hell away from this federation, and joining a lower class fed such as the WWF. Go join some more washed up losers like Hogan. You are nothing. Absolutely…Positively…Nothing! Shawn Styles: Oh is that so? I am a nothing right? Well, I have reasons for not winning, one of them being that I had to face top draw opponents, such as Mikey. So, in that department, you have shit on me! Rob: And, who was another opponent that you happened to lose to? Let me refresh your memory…it was none other than Robert Slater himself…the Intercontinental Champion! Shawn Styles: Hold on a second buddy. Lets just remember how you won that match shall we. I had an injured leg for one, and it took you a steel chair to get the job done, as-well as holding my tights and using the rope for leverage. What a great champion you are…hey! You are a snide…a fucking cheat that cannot even get the job done fairly on an injured opponent. Rob: You know that match was no DQ, right? I mean come on that stuff was allowed! Shawn Styles: Allowed was it Rob? You think you’re so great, don’t you Rob? Rob smirks at Shawn Styles and nods. Shawn Styles: After all, you’re Rob Slater, Genetic Retard! Rob: Hold up a minu… Shawn Styles: No Rob, don’t interrupt, I’m speaking. I may not be as tall as you but I am certainly your superior. Rob you haven’t beaten any one fairly in weeks! Especially since that Jackass started coming to the ring with you, but Psycho Joe taught him a lesson last week, like I’ll do tonight if he feels the need to get involved before he goes against me next week on Bloodbath. And before I even get into that. Rob you are banned from ringside in that match, I laid down the rules to Richard, and if he wants the match he’ll have to accept my rules. Rob you may like to help the man who cleans Hulk Hogan’s Pool, but there is no hope for you in that match. Rob: Now you listen here, Richard is one of the finest trainers in this world. You know its true Shawn, you know you can’t beat him, just like you can’t beat me. The fourth and fifth loses in your PHW career will start tonight, you see Shawn be as it may this is a triple threat match, but you are the one I’m gunning for, you’re the one I’m going to take out with one kick, you are the one who will lose both falls in this match, and that Shawn may not of happened yet, but it’s a fact. Rob’s music starts to play as the fans go wild, but Shawn interrupts it. Shawn Styles: (Shouting) Stop his music! Stop his God Damn Music, I’m not done yet! The Music stops, Rob looks annoyed at Shawn for stopping the music. Shawn Styles: Listen Rob, you may think that’s fact, but the real fact is that the first to falls will be lost to me not by me Rob. The recognition you give me in this match will be your downfall, you see your hatred for me has blinded your need to win, and the best of it is, it isn’t even your hatred, it’s Richard’s. You are doing you never thought you would see yourself do, you are taking orders from some one else, you are letting some one else win the match for you, and it’s killing you Rob, you’re hurting inside, and I’m going to bring that hurting out when I do so Rob, you will be able to do nothing but lay on the ground be pinned and hate me, as I will hold what you hold dear to you know, no not your care bear toy, not your shampoo, and not your pampers diaper, no I will take away your biggest achievement in the PHW, I will pull that title from your grasp, you may have beaten a Dark Soul to win that title, but you will lose in to a red and white soul tonight, when we go into the first to two falls match. Rob: Shawn… Shawn… Shawn, so naïve, so stupid. You actually believe that you will win this title. Shawn: I don’t believe, I know. Rob: That’s all well and good, but you can be too confident for a match, unless you’re Rob Slater of course, but if you’re not me, then that’s a bad thing Shawn, all these people in Connecticut know that’s a bad thing Shawn, the people in America know it Shawn the only people who don’t know it is you, and every other Canadian. You see when you are as cocky as you try and be, you usually have to back up those words, and granted a lot do. But you don’t I said before you are yet to win a match here in the PHW. Sure you say it’s because either your opponent has cheated, or they are a great wrestler like Hardcore Mikey. The Crowd pop at the mention of Mikey’s name again. Rob: But you know what, it isn’t because we cheated it is because of the soul reason that you do frankly just… SUCK. The Crowd go into a “You Suck” Chant once again, this time it takes a few minutes to die down, the loudness is deafening. The Crowd do die down and Shawn starts up. Shawn Styles: Running out of material Rob? I mean didn’t you say that just a few moments ago? Rob: So, doesn’t make it any less true! Shawn Styles: Rob, you have nothing left to learn from the game, but you have a lot to learn about your opponents, you have even more to learn just about me, you see you have some false sense of security in this match that you will near certainly win? Where did you get that from? After all when you did beat me, you beat an Injured man and still had to beat me with the use of Weapons and under-handed ways of getting extra leverage. That gives you know security at all Rob, what does that give you? That gives you the biggest lost of your life, do not under-estimate me because I am little, do not under-estimate me because you managed to pin me before, you have learnt enough about me yet Rob to count me out, you have learnt near to nothing about my Style, I was un-able to deploy my moves due to an injury, don’t look to get that opportunity again Rob. Shawn starts to really push up into Rob’s face, their noses are practically touching. Daveo: I wanna be Rob Slater!! Bobby: Would you shut please? Daveo: We have all night to go yet! Bobby: Oh dear lord no! Rob: Shawn don’t throw that shit in my face. The crowd pop for the inappropriate need for a swear word. Rob: You know I’m better than you Shawn, you just don’t want to admit it, why? Because you’re scared of me, your scared of what I might just do to you in that ring, and you are trying to intimidate me, well it ain’t working! Shawn Styles: “Ain’t”, are you some kind of Hillbilly Rob? Do you wear some overalls and a straw hat and dance about bare foot in some mud, with the pigs? Daveo: Bwhahahahah. Shawn Styles: Do you Rob? Any way, what do you mean am I trying to intimidate you? If I were trying, you’d know about it by now, your not that good at spotting psychology are you Rob? You’re about as useful as entering Y2James into a wrestle-fest. |
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