Post by Carter Shaw on Jan 22, 2021 9:50:27 GMT -5
Why?
Come on, I told you why.
Carter Shaw sits beside a coffee table. A white t-shirt hung loosely; a size too big. Shaw’s eyes look up across the table to an end seat out of sight. He speaks while reaching down, lacing up a boot snug to his right foot.
I get it. These aren’t exactly the pieces that fit what you thought the Shaw puzzle was all about. Neither was accepting the Philidor sponsorship in the first place, but hey. Life is all about evolving, adapting and overcoming, right? That’s all I’m doing. So my month long pursuit, my ‘vendetta’ in the direction of one David Sanchez? You can call me a narc, you can call me a snitch. You could look at me and see someone who decided to color WAY outside the lines, but you wanna know what should ring out the loudest in your head?
Reaching over for his other boot, he pulls it tight.
Don’t fuck with me. Because not only have I shown the capabilities in the ring, but now I've shown the world a new element. A tool I was not equipped with in the days of Corey Bull wrecking my personal life. I can take it out of the squared circle too. I’m not just a dude who throws a mean fist and can lock you into submission, folding you like a pretzel until you scream out ‘UNCLE’. No, not anymore. I’m ready to take the fight wherever it has to go, however a situation calls for.
Shaw stands and faces the table, reaching across it for the briefcase that is resting on the far side. He pulls it over; the Philidor-branded All-In briefcase. He unclips it and opens it up, pulling out a few papers and organizing them in straight lines.
This? This is alot more than an open contract for a championship match.
As he flips through the papers a bit, the top bunch is clearly contractual, but he gets towards more papers in manila folders, organized with paper clips. David Sanchez’s name can be seen, written in big, black marker on several folders.
I busted my ass to put Sanchez behind bars. And I managed to accomplish that. And despite the mixed feelings they may all still have about me? For any intentions they question, of both myself and Philidor as a whole, all I have to say on the matter is this.
Shaw’s eyes wander slowly from the un-seen far side of the table to lock with the lens, now addressing you directly.
I did the right thing.
His voice trails off into a deeper whisper.
Philidor Holdings helped me do the right thing.
He slams the briefcase shut, locking it back up and setting it upwards, showing off the artwork along the front. He sits back down, hands clasped in front of him as he focuses forward, making it increasingly more obvious that no one was ever sitting at the table with him.
On Clash, I stand alongside the “face”, if you will, of Philidor Holdings, Ash Blake...I stand alongside the 2020 Wrestler Of The Year, Howard Black...and I will stand alongside a man who is undefeated in the United States, Der Metzger.
Why?
Fireworks, that’s why. AW looking to set up a powder keg before we get to Revolution on the White House lawn...cause, ya know, we don’t want any internal terrorism there now, do we?
Odin Balfore will stand across the ring with his new United States Championship, yet SOMEHOW being as irrelevant as ever despite the new token and a victory over the blazing Howard Black. Kyle Kemp, stuck alongside his previous discard in Odin, while his current boys...well, the ones still standing atleast, The Following banned from ringside for this one. Kyle Kemp always disappears into the background when not flanked by his ‘Friend Of The Day’. Let’s watch him fade in this one, behind the likes of Stuart Slane. The last honest man who is proof that it doesn’t matter whether you succeed in this business or not. If you find yourself standing in the right spot often enough when the finger of management swings in a semi-circle to pick a contender...well, you can be just like Stuart Slane too!
And then?
Corey Black.
YOUR AW World Champion.
MY AW World Champion.
OUR AW World Champion.
All hail the King Of Wrestlers.
I apologize if you find my eye drawn to the candy. No disrespect intended to Kemp, Slane or Balfore.
But it turns out I’m not cashing in my once (maybe) in a lifetime opportunity of holding the All-In briefcase by taking Odin’s “Feel solid about yourself” United States title...or for Stuart Slane’s spot atop the Boy Scouts Most Wanted list...or for Kyle Kemp’s cabin in the woods.
Corey, I’ve missed dangling the briefcase back and forth in your vicinity. I haven’t had the opportunity to tease since you surpassed me in the Wrestler Of The Year tournament to end last year.
So I’m glad to have this chance to remind you...that Mr. All-In is still watching your every move. That, while you await a clash with Ash Blake at Revolution, the Philidor shadows loom LARGE. Hell, look at this way if you want to be realistic, Corey.
At Revolution, if you manage to be successful against Ash?
Philidor’s got two shots at you.
Or. Or. You get caught in the scrapheap you’ll be trying to avoid this Monday night and suddenly the perfect opportunity will arrive for the Revolution Main Event to become ALL-PHILIDOR.
Until then, let’s just fucking scrap, people. H.R. banned, The Following banned from ringside, it doesn’t matter. Our corner’s got a Philidor tandem, Howard Black who’s been lookin’ at Philidor with puppy dog eyes this entire time, and the hungry psycho Metzger.
We’ll be getting the job done.
And bring all the momentum towards Ash Blake becoming OUR AW WORLD Champion.