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Promo:
Proposal to the beast. [Dead End 2 [1]]
Record:
Victorious
6
Failure 0 No Contest
0
Accolades:
Southern Champion (x1).
Next Match.
Slay The Beast:
Round 2 of Axel Shaw and PG-13 is coming to blows. Axel Shaw got the best of PG in round 1 but PG also looks for his revenge against the monarch. Will Axel finally show his fight or will PG get the victory
The freshly lit cigar smoke entered the air, polluting the oxygen surrounding the area as it burned slowly. With every single exhale, the nerves of Axel Shaw would decrease just a little bit more, knowing he was about to head into another battle for the ages. The first time around, he overcame every single adversity and social media outlet that stated he wouldn’t defeat PG-13. This time around, he is walking into this match with the upper hand over the destroyer. It’s been many months now that the enterprise has fallen victim to the hands and mercy of Shaw. PG-13 hasn’t been ecstatic with this, but he has tried anything in his power to set up the rematch he clearly wanted. He was sitting leaned back on the concrete sidewalk with the cigar dangling from his mouth and his pearly white teeth exposed. With a look of focus and anger subsiding in his eyes, he started to speak in a calming tone. Axel Shaw → I guess we are revisiting the past once again. I guess we need to settle this war and debate once again. I guess you need to learn that my recent victory was no fucking fluke and that I have become that breakout star everyone wished upon. With a wink of his left eye into the camera, he was conceited with his comments but also speaking factual information. Axel Shaw → When will this bullshit end, PG? You tried the same battle with Crush over and over, and look how that ended. Every single time you were defeated, you crawled back, blaming everyone else who surrounded you but yourself. It didn’t work then, and I'm damn sure it isn’t going to work this time. Ashing his cigar on the ground beside him, he was now grinding his teeth in pure anger as his eyes widened. Axel Shaw → For you to even compare me to your brother is an honour, not a threat. I guess you need a little more reminding that Crush has always been the superior brother in everything you did as kids and adults. Take a look at the fine print and details. A better professional wrestling record, more accolades and championships, and a family man with a dedicated wife. You wanted to be like him so bad that you couldn’t get your own wife, so you tried to steal his. You know what hurts more, PG? Not getting beaten by a failure once, but twice. That doesn’t sit well, does it? It kind of makes your stomach turn just thinking about it, doesn’t it? You see, in the back of my mind, I thought once I proved myself the last time around, you would understand. It makes more sense now that your delusional mind actually thinks you deserve to be the best. I have snapped away from the past and reinvented myself, and I must say that since doing that, things have been perfect. We all know there is only one person to blame for your lack of attention. Pointing his finger towards the camera to signify that he is aiming towards PG, who should be watching intently. Axel Shaw → It’s become very apparent that you need to seek and search around you because the people you have kept around you are only holding you back. Taking a small peek around, every single wrestler that has joined the enterprise has always come up short. It must be hard to focus and be a leader when you have that eating you alive. I guess I can have a little understanding that you want the best for you and the group, but it’s beginning to become sad and pathetic at this point in your career. Do you not see it? Are you fucking blind? It’s all out in the open for the world to see, never hidden from the public's eyes. You keep jawing about how I am making mistakes or choosing the wrong path in which to walk with a purpose. You keep talking so much that I am about to shatter your jaw just so I can leave you speechless. It’s coming to a point where your obsession with me is becoming a hindrance to your own advancements in the company. Sean Matthews is in the main event, fighting for the heavyweight championship you keep claiming you deserve. Why is that, you ask? Obviously, management here sees something more in him than what you are providing. Looking directly into the camera with his fist clenched tightly, he exposes it directly into the lens to show the scars and cuts. Axel Shaw → These fists have done nothing but speak volumes since my return to the company. Every single match, every single confrontation, I have walked away stating my piece and claiming my pound of flesh at the same time. Pound for pound I am one of the toughest sons of a bitch you have ever come across. All the times you have jumped me, all the times you beat me down after I won, all the times you attacked me with my back turned. Laughing into the camera at the remarks shows the lack of fear that he has towards PG and the enterprise. Axel Shaw → I am still standing here as tall as ever, mother fucker, and that won’t change anytime soon. No matter how many times you try to destroy me, I will always get up and ask for more, but eventually it will drive you insane. You know they make medications for these issues, right? You probably deal with depression and anger issues. Have you ever tried to seek help? Michael might be a perfect little mouthpiece and weasel, but deep down, he doesn’t have the ability to cure a broken man. The days of you trying to bully me or claim dominance over myself are long past. I do not fear the beast, I do not fear the enterprise, and I do not fear anything. The cigar in his mouth has been smoked about half way before he tosses it out onto the road, just past the sidewalk. As he takes a moment to clear his mind, his wife, Skylar, sits down beside him on the cold concrete. Skylar Payten → Again with PG? Again with the enterprise? Moving his head to the left so he is looking directly at her, he speaks with a slightly raised voice but not out of anger. Axel Shaw → I can’t help it, no matter how many times I try to move on. He always tries to lure me back into his bullshit games. I am pretty sure he tried to muscle his way through management to get this rematch just so he could avoid having to wrestle Crush again. Skylar Payten → Most likely. To be fair, it’s a smart move on his part because Crush has always made him look like a failure. Shaking his head in disbelief, he continues to add to what she was saying last. Axel Shaw → Smart yet idiotic comes to mind. He thought it was going to be easy pickings. He would just step into the ring, walk through me, and walk out the winner. I guess he was in for a chin check when he realized I was more than he bargained for. She cracked a smile with her white, pearly teeth glaring from the sunlight as it reflected into the camera. Skylar Payten → He also had the nerve to call the enterprise the greatest group in sports entertainment. With a look of confusion, he snickered at the thought that Enterprise could even be considered better than the likes of the dynasty, BMF’s, hell, he was pretty sure that even Exclusive Prodigies had more victories under the group. Axel Shaw → He must have a difficult time processing statistics or doing math inside that big, empty mind of his. I want you to do me a favour, Skylar. You have your phone on you, right? I want you to pull up the members of the enterprise and read me off their records here in ECE one at a time. Reaching into her front right pocket, she pulled out her cell phone and tapped the screen a few times with her finger tips. Skylar Payten → We might as well start off with the top gun, PG himself, who has a record of 17-7-0, which isn’t bad. Axel Shaw → Not bad, but tell me how many of those losses have come in the last couple of shows, especially since I am one of them. As a leader, these are the numbers I expect, but what about the rest of the clowns he dresses? Skylar Payten → Sean Matthews are 13-14-0, barely breaking even. Axel Shaw → Exactly quite the difference from leader to member, if you ask me. This guy was supposed to be PG’s right-hand man and one of the longest running stablemates introduced in the enterprise. Who’s next? Skylar Payten → That would be Ronnie Styles, who is 9-18-0 as the slopes continue to slide down. Axel Shaw → You see what is happening, right, PG? The further we go into the statistics, the worse they become. If you knew these exact numbers, you wouldn’t sit there and preach the bullshit you preach about being the best stable in sports entertainment. We have more, right? Skylar Payten → The old, decrepit Martin Woodall, who is still not sure why this guy is even there with a record of 1-8-0. Axel Shaw → This man is barely breathing, let alone wrestling in any relevant matches. I am pretty sure you only keep him around PG so you and the group can get senior citizen benefits from half the stores and restaurants you visit. Next, we have a man I know well enough, the Real Deal. What’s his record like, babe? Skylar Payten → He is 11-14-0. Axel Shaw → The trend fucking continues. Do you see it clearly, PG? You can put your phone away now, babe. Shutting her screen by hitting the power button, she then slides it back into her front pocket. Standing in front of the camera lens, we could see Axel Shaw motion the signal for slitting the throat as he continued to speak. Axel Shaw → It’s very easy to end the misery when you reach for the jugular and the heart of the cause. This group has been less than intimidating for quite some time now, but you, PG, still continue to praise it. You wake up every single morning with the actual thought and pleasure of thinking this group will make it somewhere. This group is going to do big things in the world of professional wrestling and bring home all the gold. The formula was tainted from the beginning and had zero or limited chances of succeeding. Skylar cuts him off midsentence to give her two cents. Skylar Payten → Shall we even bring up IIW? Combat. Axel Shaw → I heard he has been lost on an irrelevant island since he lost his global championship to his brother again. It has become a hysterically funny common defeat that he has suffered numerous times. IIW believed in you for a little while and saw you selling tickets until they realized Crush was the better option. Crush was able to elevate that championship you had and bring it to a level you were incapable of achieving. I know it must be torture to hear this PG, and I imagine you are pacing back and forth, raging over these comments, but you need to hear them. It’s just a matter of time before you do manage to claw your way back to the top of Combat, only to be outsmarted, outwrestled, and left damaged and tarnished once again. Looking at Skylar with a glare of intensity in his eyes, she says something. Skylar Payten → My husband has a little proposal for you, PG, and I hope you are listening. Axel Shaw → When I defeat you again, which will happen, I propose you take a step back and rethink the enterprise. All the dead weight that has been slowing you down or making you look weak needs to go. You and Hill can stay, but these wrestlers you keep around need to disband. I think it would do you a shit ton better if you let these wrestlers walk on their own two feet and suffer on their own. You are not cut out to be a leader, you only think about yourself. I want the world and you to think back and think long and hard. When was the last time we saw PG save the Real Deal from defeat? When was the last time he had Sean Matthews back? You see, unless there was a personal gain that would benefit the man himself, he couldn’t give a shit less. Each and every single member has done their part to help PG in his matches to give him the edge, but the same couldn’t be said for him. Skylar Payten → He is a selfish prick who only cares about one person and is not a leader at all. Axel Shaw → After Dead End 2 I want you to promise me, PG, that the enterprise will no longer be a focal point. I want you to promise me that you will close that chapter in your life and come to the realization that you will no longer serve them a purpose. It’s about time you grow some balls and walk the walk you have been talking about for the past couple of months. I understand Hill carries those balls in his special bag, only giving them to you when he feels the need. This entire time since I have stepped foot inside ECE, you have walked around like you were the toughest, most feared, and meanest superstar inside the company. The reality of it all is that you have always been a one trick pony and a liar. The number of empty promises and threats you have failed to deliver has been piling up. Skylar Payten → It’s time for the truth to be told. Axel Shaw sits back down on the sidewalk with his head down slightly as he is filled with rage and intensity. You could physically see the amount of hatred building up inside his eyes as he began to speak with more conviction. Axel Shaw → There is nothing worse than a liar. You vowed to destroy me in the past and leave me lifeless. That sir was lying. You vowed to end my career and extinguish me from professional wrestling. That sir was lying. You vowed that the enterprise would be calling the shots and running this company. That sir was lying. Do you see how this could be seen? You have done nothing but talk this entire past couple of months but haven’t produced any results. What makes you think this time is any different? As long as I am still standing and breathing, there is nothing you can do to stop me. It would take a bigger army than the enterprise, which is composed of losers, to slow me down. Skylar Payten → A fucking army that you don’t have. Axel Shaw → There is no more intensity from you; it has been gone and lost, leaving you exposed to the world. A fraud of a man who can’t shake the past and move forward only keeps digging deeper and deeper. The hole you are digging can only be so deep before you are unable to climb out of it. You have written fraudulent checks your dumbass can’t afford or cash. I will gouge your eyeballs out one by one and spit in your face just to prove a point because that's the only option you have left me. You wanted to see Axel Shaw snap and become unhinged, because in Dead End 2, that’s exactly what you will get. I don’t give a damn if I need to shatter your leg, break your arm, or fracture your nose to get the message through, but if that’s what it takes. Skylar Payten → You have upset the wrong person. Axel Shaw → I don’t care if I need to slice you open with a gash so deep that it leaves you prone to a staph infection. Well, your muscles continue to spasm due to the high amount of pain and punishment, and the blood leaks. I will gladly laugh directly in your face. You are dealing with the anguish I have brought upon you. Rapid heartbeats, heavy breathing, or dizziness—well, you are lying on that mat—will all bring me joy. I am telling you, from man to man, you may be walking into Dead End 2 as the same man, but you won’t be walking away as the same man. Skylar Payten → The monarch has spoken. As she states this, Axel Shaw stands up from his seated position and walks off on the right side of the camera. She is quick to follow, leaving from the left side as the screen now fades to black and some static noises are heard. To be continued. | |||||||
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