Getting Ready for the Match....

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The scene opens up in Shawn Stevens locker room. Stevens is sitting in a chair and has the majority his ring gear on. He is finishing getting ready. His elbow pads, bandana, and a roll of tape are sitting on the table in front of him. Now that he is sitting without a shirt it is seen his ribs are also taped up after the attack from Murderous Entertainment last week. Hanging on the wall behind him is the POW Heavyweight Championship. He is lacing up his boots and wincing every time he bends down, but just then someone knocks on the door. He looks over at the clock and sees there is about one hour till show time. He winces as he continues to tie his boots.

Shawn: Come in....

In walks Kip Anderson, looking a bit strung out. His hair is all over the place and he appears to be all sweated up. Stevens finishes tying up his boots and sees Anderson's dishevled appearance. Anderson is rasping for air.

Shawn: Whoa, buddy. What happened to you?

Kip: Car......died.......eight miles away.......ran.......here.....on.....foot......

Shawn: Uh....Kip....why didn't you call someone, or at least a cab?

Kip: Phone.....died.......too.....

Kip takes a couple deep breaths.

Shawn: Ok, a couple more of those, THEN let's talk.

Kip shakes his head as he inhales some more oxygen. Stevens reaches into a mini-fridge and tosses a water bottle to Kip. He opens it and takes a big sip, and another, then chugs the whole bottle. Stevens raises an eyebrow as Kip downs the bottle.

Shawn: Wow.....so what was so bad that you needed to run here before the show?

Anderson appears to have slowed down and relaxed.

Kip: Just wanted to know if you heard what Midnight Felon said about you.

Again Stevens raises an eyebrow then shrugs.

Shawn: Should I even care?

Kip: Up to you.....

Stevens sighs and rolls his eyes.

Shawn: What'd he say.....

Kip pulls out his notepad and flips it open. He reads off off it.

Kip: He says you walk around like you're the reason wrestling exists and you pay no respect to the veterans like Murderous Entertainment. And that you are a fraud and just want to be a model. Lastly that you're scared of the four men in Murderous Entertainment.

Stevens lets out a huge groan followed by a long sigh.

Shawn: Cause you know, all that makes perfect sense. In bizarro land....which is obviously where those four assclowns are from. I know I brag about myself a lot, but who in this business doesn't? It's all about self-confidence, a.k.a. ego....which is ironic cause Murderous Entertainment has someone named EGO in it.....but whatever.....as for being a fraud and a wanna be model....hell I'm not even going to dignify that with a response, cause when have I ever not delivered in matches and or said I wanted to be a model.......wow.....just wow....talk about scraping the bottom of the insult barrell.

I guess when you live in your own world you can just make stuff up and it comes true. We call that Rich Morrison syndrome. And look where that's gotten him.....bitchin and moaning that everyone with real talent surpasses him to the main events and such when he makes no attempt to you know, GET BETTER. It seriously seems like every person who decides to challenge me or attack me from behind or whatever....all have the same delusional reasons. Eagles, Davis, FDCM, Morrison, Danielson, Daniels, the list goes on.....I attract the crazies like white on rice.....

And finally, me being scared of Murderous Entertainment.....yeah, cause that's why I ASKED for this match. Capaci wanted me to have the week off after the attack, but I insisted on having some kind of match against them. I don't care. My ribs are sore, my head is bruised, my back is stiff.....that all means nothing. I want my revenge on them. And he wouldn't give me a singles match so Maverick and I will team up for the first time ever. Two "Good Guys" to face this new disease of "evil" known as Murderous Entertainment. But I guess requesting a match and telling the boss to PUT me in a match against them of all people is a sign of fear. Well then hell I must be the most scared-ed-ed-ed person in the world. If that's what people who are afraid do....

Kip: Wait....you requested this?

Shawn: Yup, I said before, I'm sick of people trying to make an example out of me. And Duke has a title defense against Big Ci....so I'm not gonna be a coward and have a week off before facing him. Instead I'll walk right up to the faces of "evil" and show them just who the POW Heavyweight Champion really is.....the one and only SIMPLY SENSATIONAL STAR in this business today.....

Stevens picks up his elbow pads and slides them on one at a time. He then grabs the bandana and ties it around his head. Kip is furiously scribbling down everything Stevens said. Lastly Stevens grabs the roll of tape and starts taping his wrists.

Kip: Thanks this should make a great piece, now I gotta get back to the office.

Stevens bites the tape to tear it. And looks up at Kip as he stands up. He starts taping his other wrist.

Shawn: Word of advice.....don't run this time. I don't think you can handle it.

Kip laughs. Stevens bites the tape again and stands up.

Kip: Yeah I need to call a cab or something. Just need to find a phone.

Shawn: Here use my phone. Just leave it in here when you leave.

Stevens gets his phone out of his bag and tosses it to Kip. He grabs the POW Heavyweight Championship and slings it over his shoulder.

Shawn: Later, Kipper.

Kip: Thanks Shawn.

Stevens leaves the room as Kip makes his phone call. The scene fades to black as Kip begins to talk and Stevens disappears from view.