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Post by Jonathan Sanders on Jul 26, 2021 1:03:13 GMT -5
PRELUDE: Terrible Things*We fade in slowly on an abandoned forest clearing, a sombre scene very similar to the ones we’ve seen in ANTITHESIS promos before, as the sounds of [M]’s metal cover of AWOLNATION’s “Run” begin to pour over the scene. Moonlight streams in through the treetops, casting everything below in a natural eerie bluish hue and sending long jagged shadows of tree limbs over the macabre scene. The centrepiece of our tableau is a huge funeral pyre, flanked by rows of pews facing it, all of which are filled with hyper-realistic mannequins of previous ANTITHESIS opponents. There’s a Richard Rider mannequin, a Cleo Phillips, a Heather Haze, a Sierra Williams, and a Chaz Holiday, all distinguishable only by their ring gear as they’re all clad in identical golden devil masks. Tied to the stake at the top of the pyre is a hyper-realistic mannequin of Shawn Young, sans devil mask, and we zoom in to see from this mannequin’s perspective as the lyrics begin.*"I am a human being capable of doing terrible things. I am a human being capable of doing terrible things. I am a human being capable of doing terrible things. I am a human being capable of doing terrible things." *As these words pour from the speakers, Jonathan Sanders - clad in full preacher’s robes and his own jet-black devil’s mask - steps into the centre of the row of pews, and begins to walk towards the funeral pyre. His right hand holds a torch, glowing orange against the same side of his face and casting his piercing steel-grey eye into stark relief, allowing us to see the sadistic gleam in it as he steps toward the trussed-up Young mannequin.*"There's lightning striking all over the world. There's lightning striking all over the world. There's lightning striking all over the world. There's lightning striking all over the world!" *As this verse kicks in, we cut away from the mannequin’s POV to a close-up shot of Sanders’ hand as he slowly lowers the torch onto the funeral pyre. This shot is repeated several times from different angles, one for each time the line is repeated above. As the following musical interlude and “ooooohs” begin, we pan out to watch the flames spread, slowly making their way upwards towards the Shawn Young mannequin atop the now-burning pyre. As we pull back to look down from above, allowing us to see the flames AND Sanders watch, the footage flickers and skips and his ANTITHESIS stable-mates appear on either side of him, dressed similarly and also wearing their devil masks.*"I am a human being capable of doing terrible things. I am a human being capable of doing terrible things." *As these lines repeat, our shot changes to one from slightly above, which allows us to look down on ANTITHESIS and also see the flames rising to engulf the Shawn Young mannequin. Sanders has assumed the classic “Baphomet pose” as he watches it burn, his head bowed as if in prayer. As the music’s tone suddenly changes, though, we cut to a close-up of Sanders whose eyes snap open and he looks directly into the camera.*"Run!"*Now as the song kicks into high-gear and the heavy guitars begin, the image flickers and jumps to the members of ANTITHESIS flipping the pews over and beginning to brutalize the onlooking mannequins.*"HEY!" *Tyson Sykes lifts the Chaz Holiday mannequin and plants him with a Syko Bomb.*"HEY!" *Dionysus literally tears the Richard Rider mannequin in half, the crimson-dyed foam innards raining over him like horrible confetti.*"HEY!" *Tyson Sykes flips over a pew and Dionysus catches it, swinging it into the torso of the fallen Cleo Phillips mannequin and caving in the chest.*"HEY!" *Jonathan Sanders is shown cackling as he violently stomps on the head and neck of the Sierra Williams mannequin, smashing its devil mask to pieces.*"HEY!" *Tyson Sykes fully turns the head of the Chaz Holiday mannequin around, simulating snapping its neck, before nailing it with a Death Valley Driver onto one of the remaining pews.*"HEY!" *Dionysus tosses Jonathan Sanders onto the Cleo Phillips mannequin, allowing him to hit a Total Eclipse of the Soul from his shoulders.*"HEY!" *The final scene is of Dionysus and Sykes holding the arms of the Heather Haze mannequin as Sanders stabs its torso repeatedly with a ceremonial blade. As the music briefly pauses, our footage flickers and cuts one more time, now displaying the other two members of ANTITHESIS dragging each mannequin to the funeral pyre and tossing them onto it one at a time, while Sanders kneels in front of it in the Baphomet pose, looking on as it picks back up.*"YOU PEOPLE ARE MISTAKEN IF YOU THINK THAT I'M AWAKE AND CELEBRATING EVERYTHING I HAVE BECOME!" *As these lyrics begin, the image of Sanders begins to sputter, switching rapidly between a calm Sanders kneeling in the Baphomet pose and a non-masked Sanders clutching the sides of his head and screaming in pain, writhing in place.*"YOU PEOPLE ARE MISTAKEN IF YOU THINK THAT I'M AWAKE AND CELEBRATING EVERYTHING I HAVE BECOME!" *The image of Sanders continues to flicker, superimposed as if he’s caught between two states of being simultaneously, as the other two members of ANTITHESIS come to kneel by his side. The three look up at the funeral pyre as it burns, and the mannequin of Shawn Young flickers into a mannequin of the unmasked Sanders, still writhing and screaming as the flames rise around him, ANTITHESIS looking on. This is the image we hold on as the vocalist lets out one final, primal scream, but Sanders flickers back out and is replaced by Shawn Young as the song’s outro plays us off, the footage jumping and skipping one more time to see ANTITHESIS walking off into the treeline, maskless, even while their masked counterparts still kneel in front of the funeral pyre as we fade.*---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- ANTITHESIS: Of Flies and Spiders*We fade in on the burned-out remains of what was once a two-story house. Most of the façade has since caved in, although both floors are still standing, and from our vantage point in the middle of the ruins we can see the blackened ashes set with jagged spikes of fallen walls, doorways and beams, along with soot-laden metal fixtures which stick up from the ground seemingly at random, giving the whole place an eerie, foreboding air. As the camera pans through this derelict husk, we hear a familiar voice speak from off-camera.*"'Will you walk into my parlour?' said a spider to a fly; "'Tis the prettiest little parlour that ever you did spy…'"*Turning around to see the source of the poem, we spy none-other than PWS: Apex Collateral Damage Champion, Jonathan Sanders, standing at the top of a rickety, blackened, partially-collapsed staircase. The champion is clad in an ANTITHESIS t-shirt, deep charcoal-grey jeans and black spiked leather jacket. The title belt, as ever, hangs limply by his side, carving a trail through the thick layer of ash as the Lost Cause makes his way through the rubble, beckoning us up the stairs. Somewhere above, on the house's second level, the telltale smashing, snarling and humming that heralds Sanders' stable-mate, Dionysus, can faintly be heard. Sanders ascends the stairs with purpose, flipping his title belt onto his shoulder in the narrow passage, continuing his fitting narration as we reach the top.*"'The way into my parlour is up a winding stair, And I have many pretty things to show when you are there.'"*Having made it to the peak of the aged, decaying staircase, Sanders turns and lets the belt fall to his side again, his eyes fixing on a massive spider web in the corner just above the stairwell. In the centre sits the unmistakable silhouette of a fat black widow, who has wrapped up an unlucky fly or mosquito and is guarding her meal jealously. Holding his gaze on this web for an uncomfortably long moment, Sanders finally turns back to face the camera, his expression sardonic and oddly wistful.*"How many times must we do this, Shawn Young? How many more scars must I leave you with before you’ve learned this lesson? You KNOW what happens when you cross the path of ANTITHESIS, we have made our message very clear to you...and yet, here you are again. Why? Why did you fight so hard knowing that this - that WE - are what awaits you when you win? Have you not had enough of Hell?"*Sanders' lips curl into a slight smirk, his eyes glinting maliciously in the dim moonlight.*"Ah, but no...that’s simply not the kind of man you think you are. You are not the kind who cowers. The kind who runs. You will never back down, even from a clearly superior threat. You know, I almost admire that, Shawn. That...unshakable tenacity in the face of certain doom. Your indomitable fighting spirit, battling to the bitter end when everyone around you knows you’ll never win. Standing against an enemy you know you can’t defeat, and refusing to surrender even when you really, really should."*The smirk blooms into a full-blown grin here, the Snake of Eden holding eye contact with the camera for a long moment as the expression slowly fades back into the sardonic half-smile he bore previously.*"I ALMOST admire it...except that I know how it ends. See, I used to be just like you, Shawn Young. That fiery young contender, that hungry up-and-comer who never let losses bog him down...I know exactly how it feels to walk a mile in those shoes. I know how it feels to be the man you think you are. The fan-favourite underdog, the smiling babyface who endears these unempathetic bloodsport lovers with a high-flying arsenal and death-defying offense. I wasted years of my life playing that role, Shawn, so trust me when I tell you; it will NOT end well for you. You are not the people’s hero, you are not their favourite underdog; you are merely another dancing clown, a monkey they expect to gallivant around and sacrifice your youth for their twisted entertainment. They do not care about you, Shawn. I know you've felt it. How many of them came to see you when you were in the hospital, or wrote letters of encouragement while you recuperated from Dionysus' divine wrath? Were they chanting for you to win the Destination NEXT match, or did they simply wish to see you brutalize my brother-in-arms Tyson Sykes? This crowd is a vicious lot, my friend, and this business devours all those well-meaning young heroes who just want to make the people smile."*At this point, any trace of smirk from Jonathan Sanders' lips has vanished, and he glares daggers into the camera before softening slightly and motioning to the widow's web over his shoulder.*"Think of it as a spider’s web, Shawn, and we are all the insects who are ensnared within it. We can fight, we can struggle, we can squirm; we can writhe and thrash and twist and turn as if our paltry little LIVES depended on it...but none of it will ever make a difference. Nothing we do will ever matter. Escape is not an option for us, and if it were, we’d just end up right back here in the end. We’re moths, Shawn Young, and wrestling is our flame. It is the beautiful agony we can’t seem to get away from. The fluid, flickering death that draws us ever near. We’re nothing more than slaves to this brutal, unforgiving, cannibalistic industry, just as any addict is a slave to the substance that has hooked them. Because we ARE addicts, Shawn, make no mistake. You don’t continue in this business if you aren’t addicted to it. You can’t survive the things it puts you through if it isn’t living in your blood. And that, of course, is why you have come back...to ME. You’re addicted to the chase. The grind. The itch. The never-ending pursuit of this little gilded strap..."*The Collateral Damage champion holds up his title belt, the light from the camera AND the natural moonlight streaming in from the holes in the roof glinting off of the golden faceplate as if to emphasize his point.*"Just like everyone else on this roster. Everyone else in this BUSINESS. Like all the little moths, buzzing around their bulbs, trying desperately to find the moon again, you just can’t seem to stay away from the ‘illustrious’ idea of championship gold. But you know this is a trinket, don’t you, Shawn? You realize this overrated, expensive toy will never bring you closure? I know you think that once you’ve won it you’ll feel different, that the ever-present itch at the back of your mind that constantly compels you to go further, to DO more, will finally be sated...but I’m here to promise you that couldn’t be further from the truth. That itch is YOU, Shawn. That hunger, that thirst for more and more, that deep and piercing need for attention you refuse to admit to yourself that you have...all of that is what makes you who you are. All of that is a symptom of your addiction. Gaining this belt won’t make it go away, just as taking a shot of heroin won’t calm a junkie’s ache. This is who you ARE now, Shawn, it’s baked into your very DNA, and no matter how far you go...you’ll always want more. That’s why you’re stuck in this web, why you sought me out again even though ANTITHESIS ruined you when last we met. This is why none of us can flee…because this is how the spider feeds. It preys on our addiction, our thirst for MORE gold, MORE accolades, more and more and more of the sycophantic adulation these fanatical sociopaths dole out when we destroy ourselves for their amusement...but not all insects are created equal."*At this point, Sanders moves past the camera towards the far wall of this hallway, where it curves off sharply to the left and, presumably, Dionysus. The Mad God still has not made an appearance, but footsteps can be heard coming down the hallway in our direction. Sanders, for his part, pauses when he reaches this wall, his attention drawn to the floor. He slowly bends down and lifts a framed photo, black with soot, but wipes away some from the glass to reveal a picture inside of three individuals; an older man with brown hair and a stubbly beard, a thin blonde woman and a young boy with jet-black hair holding the woman's hand. The three have smiles on their faces and seem to be at the beach, the ocean visible in the background. Sanders stares at the photo for a long moment in silence, his breathing even as his face plays through a gamut of different emotions, from sorrow to rage and back again. Finally he inhales sharply, seethes and throws the picture frame down the hallway, where we hear it clatter against the far wall and smash. Sanders turns back to what he was doing in the previous moment and directs his attention to a brown, slender spider crawling along the wall adjacent to him - a Daddy Long Legs, or Cellar Spider as some viewers may know it. As this spider makes its way along the wall, Sanders holds his hand out, staying perfectly still, and allows the arachnid to crawl onto it. Watching the curious creature as it slowly crawls around his hand, he turns back to the camera again.*"Some of us are flies, pretty little victims for this business to drain dry and discard when it’s taken all it can from us. Some of us are wasps, who struggle to the end, fight back against our fate, and rip ourselves to pieces as the venom fills our veins. But some of us, Shawn, are neither of these things. A select few - a rare breed, distilled in darkness and honed to a perfect predatory edge through decades of pain, trauma and neglect - become spiders. We see the bitter end awaiting us, the slowly-creeping death that’s coming for us all...and we decide to emulate it. We strike first, to poison it before its venom can leak into our veins. We get caught up in the web, but instead of fighting THROUGH our pain, instead of being beaten down by our failures or the shifting fortunes of the horrible soulless vampires who keep this industry afloat...we internalize it. We make it a part of who we are. We take all of that suffering, all that abuse, all that ANGUISH that the world and this business has piled onto us...and we turn it back on the people who made it possible. That is what I am, and that is what you’ve chosen to face tonight in your quest to earn this meaningless hunk of shiny metal and leather. I am an oncoming storm, the Plague of Professional Wrestling, a rider of the apocalypse...and a herald of the end of everything you love. I am a spider who PREYS on other spiders, I am a sickness in the veins of this disgusting, corrosive industry who will EAT IT ALIVE from the inside out! I am a Skull Spider, a Daddy Long-Legs trapped in the web of the fearsome, wicked black widow...and we all know what happens then."*Suddenly, without warning, Sanders flings the Daddy Long-Legs into the web of the black widow we noticed earlier...where the slender brown spider begins to immediately wrap the widow's legs, making it a prisoner in its own web. Soon enough, once the widow is trapped, the Daddy Long-Legs moves forward to strike, beginning to prey on the larger spider with ease. Sanders watches the entire event with disturbingly-rapt attention, the corners of his mouth curling upward into the first genuine smile we may have ever seen from the man, and his steel-grey eyes glinting with a perverse, sadistic delight. Once the widow is wrapped completely, he slowly turns back to the camera, his smile fading to a smirk but the glint never leaving his eyes.*"So I ask you, Shawn Young...will you walk into my parlour? I have such pretty things to show you. I don't know if you can handle them...but I would so love to see you try. We have never faced each other one-on-one, I have never had a chance to break you down myself. I had to content myself with watching your destruction at the hands of Dionysus, or with dividing my attentions between you and Cleo Phillips. It will be so much more fulfilling to destroy you on my own. So much more satiating for my ever-present itch. Especially if you bring me the Shawn Young I saw at Destiny. The Shawn Young who BRUTALIZED my blood-brother and stopped at nothing short of unconsciousness to achieve what he desired. Bring me THAT Shawn Young, and bring with you everything you think you’ll need to remove Octavian from his throne. Launch your holy crusade like Joan of Arc before you...but remember THIS time, YOU won’t be the one fighting with a God on their side."*As if on cue, at this point Dionysus emerges from a room just to Sanders' right, his massive frame filling the entire doorway and nearly brushing the ceiling of the hall. He pivots towards the camera and grins, his eyes gleaming viciously, but before he can break into a full sprint towards our cameraman, Sanders shakes his head, holding up one hand to stop the monster in his tracks. He then turns back to the camera again, swinging the CD Title up onto his shoulder.*"I know you want this belt, Shawn. I know you think you’ve earned it. In fact, based on all I’ve seen from you in your match with Matthew Paul, and how you weathered the storm of ANTITHESIS the first time, I daresay maybe you have...but just know what you’re getting into when you try to come and claim it. Know that I have relished this encounter from the very moment we first set foot in the ring together. Know that I will take immense pleasure in destroying you tonight, and I will savour every moment of your slow demise. But above all, know that I hold no responsibility for the consequences of your own addiction. After all, it's simply in my nature. Do we blame the spider when it preys upon the fly? Oh, no. You CHOSE to fight this battle, Shawn, you CHOSE to fly into this flame...so you can only blame yourself when you find that you have nothing left to show for it but ashes."*With this, the champion has finished, and he simply nods at Dionysus, who rushes at the cameraman and knocks him to the side before bounding down the crumbling stairs, our footage cutting to static for a beat before we fade.*Fin.
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Post by Shawn Young on Jul 26, 2021 7:26:47 GMT -5
OOC: I don't know if I made this in a 12-hour deadline extension your staff gave me and thanks so much for that because I would've been willing to take the bait. Anyway, here's the RP. Enjoy.
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Ruth's concerns with Jonathan Sanders. Chicago, Illinois. Friday 23rd July (Off-Camera)
While it was nice of Fuji Sato to allow Shawn and Ruth to stay at his apartment and spending time with him, they wanted to be alone in bed for the morning. However, as they kissed together, there's still a look of uncertainty, not looking at Shawn, although she wanted to. But there's something on her mind as Shawn sat up and placed his arm around her shoulder.
Shawn Young: "What's wrong?"
Ruth: "I'm concerned about you."
Shawn Young: "I'm fine, don't worry about it."
Ruth: "You don't understand. I happen to have seen your battles with Antithesis as of late, and they are brutal and dangerous guys. It's got me concerned on how much more of a beating will you be able to take?"
Now the concerns were clear, Shawn removed his arm from Ruth's shoulder and looked at her directly, feeling her pain as Shawn wanted to remove the pain and torture from the hell he had gotten from the Antithesis stable.
Shawn Young: "I understand what you mean. I wanted to put that past behind me, but knowing who the leader is, I can't. It seems as if things aren't finished as I thought. They were so focused on Chaz Holiday that I wanted to move on."
Ruth: "I understand, but I don't like to see the pain you went through after what happened the last time. I'm just worried you'd be a lot worse than the ware. I'm wondering how I can live with myself, seeing you be in so much pain."
Shawn Young: "I have to do this, Ruth, no matter what, especially for the first time in my wrestling career; I have earned a title shot for myself. I need to do this match for the sake of making this being over once and for all. Jonathan Sanders is the leader, but I will deal with him."
Ruth: "Aren't you concerned about being hurt again?"
Shawn sees that Ruth loved him a lot, feeling very overprotective of Shawn, mostly because he wasn't a big wrestler as most wrestlers are. It caused him to think about the past, how he's kicked out from a wrestling school because of the same thing.
Shawn Young: "No, because I understand in this business, you get hurt and not just psychically either, but mentally. I need to make sure this whole Shawn Young and Antithesis battle is over for good. Besides, it was nice to add insult to injury to that Matthew Paul who was self-centred."
Ruth: "I'm sorry, I don't want you hurt again. Because I love you, and I love the crazy wrestling style you produce that nobody else in the wrestling business can do. Because of your jumpin jack persona, I think Konrad's right; you do stand yourself out more with it."
Shawn Young: "You will see when you go to my district at Wrestlestock what more you can learn from me. But while you're concerned about me getting hurt, I will be fine; I'm concerned about making love to you."
Ruth: "I know you've never done it before, but I promise you, we'll do it when you're ready. I still think we need to know each other a bit better first."
Shawn nodded; maybe that's another reason why he wasn't ready for the making love experience as well as being utterly foreign to it. Ruth was perfect for Shawn and showed her care for Shawn, mostly because she loved him. She kisses Shawn on his cheek.
Shawn Young: "After all this time we spent together, I don't even know your last name. What is it?"
Ruth: "It's Anderson. You can understand my concerns about your match with Jonathan, right?"
Shawn Young: "I do, and I know that's a key part of the relationship is to be concerned and worried about your loved one. I may not have it all figured out yet, but that's what I learnt over time. I admit it's nice other than guys and my family caring for me."
Ruth Anderson: "I'm concerned how much damage you'll take from Jonathan, despite it being bad last time. I think with this match; it will be a whole lot worse, giving there are weapons involved; well, I know that's what the title is about."
Shawn clearly understands as he places his arm around Ruth again, more for comfort if anything, as he now knows Ruth's last name mostly because he hadn't bothered to ask. Although it was necessary if he travelled somewhere without Ruth, it may very well happen in the future, although it wasn't the case this time.
Shawn Young: "That ladder match I had, it's only made me stronger mentally when I think about all the hell I went through regarding Tyson Sykes, Jonathan Sanders and the rest of his thugs did to me. I unleashed a lot of anger towards them, and I still will now because anger is the only way to win this match. I will upset the odds and take the one thing Jonathan Sanders cares about, the Collateral Damage title."
Ruth Anderson: "I'm sorry. I want and will support you in your quest of being a champion. I know you'll get the job done against Jonathan Sanders. However, be careful those thugs won't attack you, costing you the match and send you to hospital again."
Shawn Young: "They'd have to destroy me for that to happen completely. No way I'm letting these thugs walk all over me again. I will handle Jonathan, and I will do the video about it with Tristen holding the camera at Wrestlestock. It's a good time as any and have the fans involved as well. Let's get ourselves out of bed and have some breakfast."
Ruth nodded at Shawn's suggestion as they kissed before they get themselves changed into their regular clothes before leaving the bedroom without a single word said to each other. They won't say the three words that every couple uses as it was too soon, but the love was certainly there. They grab cereal to eat before leaving for Arizona with Tristen, who was sleeping in a hotel and with Fuji.
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A whole new place to bounce. The Sonoran Desert, Arizona. Sunday 25th July (On-Camera)
It certainly was nice to get out of his usual home to do his trampolining bouncing to do his videos for the upcoming match. What's nicer was the change to the situation that while Shawn's still going to be bouncing, it wasn't a trampoline he's going to jump on. It's red and yellow, padding like a castle with a lot softer mattress than a trampoline was. Tristen stands outside of the rubber castle with the camera at the ready. A few people were standing by since it was an open festival regarding Wrestlestock.
Shawn Young: "It's so good that for the first time in a very long time, I'm not in my home, doing this video, surrounding here with the fans. More so that I'm not bouncing on the trampoline, I'm bouncing on this bouncy castle because I still have a kid heart in me. Although saying that I'm a kid and a jumpin jackrabbit as my girlfriend likes to call me, this is where I have to be serious after the hell I've had to go through with Antithesis last time around in a violent match against Jonathan Sanders."
Some boos, as some Apex Wrestling fans, we're at the festival due to Shawn's announcement of competiting on the show. It wasn't about the Wrestlestock open tournament anymore, as he decides not to mention it when his focus is purely on the Collateral Damage title and Jonathan Sanders.
Shawn Young: "I know what you mean after the crap his thugs known as Antithesis have done to terrorise the company. I admit it's a good method to have to make everyone threaten the company. I admit I was afraid I'd never be able to gain a method of fighting back against you and your thugs because Antithesis are perfectly fitting for that."
He takes a breather as Tristen chucked Shawn some water due to the desert temperatures baking hot, even inside a large tent. Shawn stops bouncing for a bit and drank some water before putting the lid back on and continued to jump.
Shawn Young: "We're mainly addressing Jonathan Sanders here. I admit you are a talented and tough guy to beat in the ring. I believe you've not been defeated in your time as a wrestler, and that's impressive stuff. You are difficult to take down, and you didn't take very long to be a Collateral Damage champion."
Shawn nods his head, acknowledging the tough battle he has on his hands as he knows how easy it was for Jonathan to get into anyone's heads, even Shawn himself. The fans chanted as Shawn pointed up Young Hit Wonder as they were standing behind the barriers. Tristen shows the camera at the fans, cheering and screaming before Tristen turns the camera back to Shawn, who continues to jump.
Shawn Young: "However, this whole hurting your way to get what you want motion you have has got to stop, especially injuring wrestlers. You may have knocked the confidence and beaten the shit out of me one time, even putting me in a hospital. However, things have changed a lot now. I've gained a ton of experience in hardcore matches, and I know what I must do to take you down, regarding you don't have your backup crew, waiting to beat the shit out of me."
That was the worry Shawn had, knowing the crew would destroy him, would crush him as Shawn had no backup from anyone.
Shawn Young: "That isn't going to happen when I'm around because you have never won a match without your gang by yourself. That's the problem; you force yourself to be under so much pressure that you rely on Antithesis to get the job done. Not when I'm around when knowing these last two violent matches I've had; they've made me mentally stronger and a better wrestler overall. Am I still going to be crazy with flips and dives? Of course, I am, and you will never change me for that."
Shawn shows his flips and dives on the bouncy castle with a few other children who wanted to join in. Even revealing his flippy star press, he pulled on the bouncy castle with older fans cheering for him. However, his tone changed entirely from happiness to anger.
Shawn Young: "With that, I will be the angry jackrabbit that you will face because it's the only way of beating you for that title. Do you think hurting wrestlers, putting them in a hospital is going to evolve the wrestling business? Do you think it's going to get you anywhere? No, it won't, and it's only going to kill the sport. I'm going to come out with every ounce of aggression because I still have nightmares about what Tyson Sykes especially did to me after I was going to beat him, but chickened out to beat the shit out of me. He better stay in the back because you need to prove you can beat me legitimately without Antithesis around to do the work for you."
Of course, there was no reason for Shawn to hold back when most of the fans there didn't know much about Shawn. He drinks some water again.
Shawn Young: "I will use weapons just purely to defend myself, but part of me also wants to make you suffer, making you suffer from so many scars and blood from your face just like how you've tried to terrorise the roster. I'm doing it for Apex Wrestling and for the future wrestlers worldwide that you will not overcome me. You may have knocked me down temporary, but I don't give up. I got back up and used every ounce of rage I have to cause you hell. It's no walk in the park anymore."
Shawn would seethe with anger, even if he didn't like using the emotion he uses. He breathes in and out, knowing he hadn't spoken much about the title or the match type.
Shawn Young: "I use whatever the fans will give me to use and beat the hell out of you. I will make you hurt so bad that you won't be getting up; maybe I'll break a bone in your body because you reap what you sow, as the saying goes. Karma will come right back at you for anyone you hurt. I will do things that no other wrestler in Apex can do. That's to take your precious Collateral Damage title from you. I will do things that go against what I believe in, but it must be done to win this match."
One slight pause as he drinks water with the fans cheering at him, pouring so much sweat from jumping on the bouncy castle.
Shawn Young: "Teaching you a lesson that you won't get far on hurting others. I will win because The Young Hit Wonder will show everyone that no undersized dog can ever be overlooked with a jumpin jackrabbit on the loose to win the title, beating you for the three count or shattering your ankle to make you tap out."
Shawn wraps things up as he gets cheers from the crowd as he gets off the bouncy castle and high fives everyone, with Tristen still showing the camera on Shawn as he raises his hands in the air before Tristen turns the camera off.
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