» Shawn Brown Vs. Ferguson

[MrOliver]

Last week, Shawn Brown made his successful debut against Mitch Cashmore, this week, he looks to continue that success against Ferguson. Will Shawn Brown be able to take down the monster, or will the monster show a darker side and demolish Shawn Brown?

RP Limit: 1
RP Deadline: July 4, 2008 Midnight EST

[JWF_Frost]

OOC: Not like last week, but still good. I am a bit spent from rping for the SCW. Here you go though.


So last week, I was victorious, making that bitch, the so called Anarchist tap out in the middle of the ring, giving him a second "L" while I got my first "W". Ladies and gents, its going to keep happening, trust me. I wouldn't lie to you people, when I tell you that I am better than I talk. I can walk the walk and I can back up my talk and there isn’t anything to stop me from doing so. I am here to prove that I am indeed the cream of the crop and I am going straight to the top here in the JWF. Mitch couldn’t stop me. Hell the son of a bitch didn’t even say a fucking word. He just flat out no showed promo time and he couldn’t put on a show to save his life at Deception. He left it up to me, the soon to be MVP of the JWF, to carry his sorry ass from here to Kingdom Come, but instead I did what I said I was going to do and that was beat him from pillar to post. So who wants war with me? Who thinks they have what it takes to stop the cold front of "Frost" Shawn Brown? Let me just make this perfectly crystal clear for you: Everybody wants war with me, but nobody has it in them to beat me. Period. End of story, bitches. Like I said, its going to keep happening and that’s all there is to it. It's going to reoccur this week when I step up to face none other than…
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Shawn Brown stares out into the morning sun as it begins to rise. He sips on his coffee, trying to stay awake and get calm. The nightmares have gotten worse. His days as an assassin are getting to be too much for him to take. Ever since his third mission, his third kill, it has been eating at him. Nobody knows exactly what went down, except for Shawn and the departed. He stands alone in his agency. He takes everything he knows, everything he sees to the grave with him. The sun rises into full view and he squints his eyes, due to the brightness of the sun. He turns away from the window and sits down at the bar of the kitchen. He takes a few more sips of his coffee, when his concentration is broken, by arms being wrapped around him. It's his wife, Nancy. She kisses him on the right cheek and he blows her one back. She then goes over and fixes herself some coffee.

[COLOR=pink]Nancy-Nightmares again?

Shawn-Yeah…I don’t know what the fucking problem is, but it is getting on my damn nerves. I would like to have at least one night where I can sleep like a fucking baby.

Nancy-I told what I think you should do. You are just too damn hard headed, Shawn. It wouldn’t hurt at all. You could probably get the help you need..

Shawn-Nancy! I am not going to see a fucking therapist. I am not about to let some geek try and get inside my head. Fuck that! I would rather take my chances and see if the nightmares go away after awhile..

Nancy-There you go again! Trying to be all tough and shit! Shawn, it's not that big of a deal, baby. I don’t know why you insist on fighting things, because in the end, it wears you down and out and I hate seeing you like that. But I guess…I guess it's up to you, isn't it?.

Shawn-Yeah, yeah it is Nancy and I am not going to see a fucking therapist. I am going to try to go back to sleep. I need all the rest I can get because I got a match tomorrow night..

Nancy-Oh you do? Against who? I was rooting for you last week. I see that you won, huh?.

Shawn-Yeah, I did win. These people don’t know who or what they are up against. I am not going to be taking any prisoners. But baby, really, I am going back to sleep. I will talk to you later. Love you..

Nancy-Love you too….

Shawn walks away, after kissing Nancy on the cheek. Her eyes show that she is quite saddened by her conversation with Shawn. Shawn walks back upstairs, and disappearing in the upstairs bedroom. Nancy is seen again, and she begins to cry..


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…FERGUSON! What the fuck? Another jobber. Come on people, give me something real, someone that is actually worth a fuck, much like myself. First, it was that loser, Mitch Cashmore and by the way, I apologize. You did cut a promo, but it was so shitty that I didn’t even both to acknowledge it. That is where you stand Mitch, and after Deception tomorrow night, Fergie, that is where you will stand, beneath me. It hurts to hear that I am sure, but the truth is the truth and that is what I speak. I am here to rip away the loins of fame from the hands on the non talented pieces of garbage in this place like Davis, Cherry and Lawler. Give me a fucking break here people! I am stuck in the middle of low card purgatory, when I've proven I am more than capable of being in the top tier. What the fuck is up here people? I will tell you what! Mr. Oliver wants to see the same washed up hacks like Cherry and Lawler carry the JWF, but didn’t they carry it last time? And what happened? The shit closed down! Do you want that again? I don’t think so! So what do you need to do? Give me the fucking ball and let me run with it! Who cares if the people boo me, but they will pay to see me, because they want to see if I can be beaten, but let's be honest, it's not going to happen. Am I sounding like a broken record? Well shit happens and then you get over it! So Ferguson, you are in my sights this week, you are in my scope and I am going to take one shot and then after that, you are done for.

Is that OK with you pumpkin? I don’t really care if it is or not, because I am gunning for the top spot in the JWF, and if I have to springboard over wastes of space like you, then so be it. I can handle that. I enjoy taking it easy anyways. I am a very relaxed person, except when that bell rings. Sure I have my bad days, but that’s only because I am human. But don’t let that shit fool you because I am a cold hearted bastard. I am a cold front coming through the JWF and I am going to make everybody freeze. You will get frost bitten this week, much like Mitch did last week. You see, in the end, it's all going to be about me. The JWF National title? MINE! The JWF World Championship? MINE! I am going to become the most talked about JWF superstar in the several different histories of the company. Not Lawler. Not Davis. Not Josh Hudson when he was here. Not Lenne Perez. Not Greg Cherry. Not Tony Viction. And certainly not you, Ferguson. You could be considered for the laziest wrestler award. I mean, you are supposed to be a monster, but I am not buying that shit, much like I didn’t buy into the whole anarchist bit Mitch tried to play.

Monsters are supposed to be big and hard to handle, but you won't be. I will take you out with precision and excellent marksmanship. You are probably slow and you probably can't really keep up with me. I am too fucking fast. Sure I am a heavyweight, but I am not a slobbering idiot, who claims to be a monster. I am just one ice hearted motherfucker, simple as that. Thinking about my match against you, the phrase, the bigger they are, the harder they fall comes to mind, but it won't be difficult to knock you on your ass, son. Hell, you probably won't produce a promo, and you definitely won't produce in that ring tomorrow night at Deception. I will have to carry you like I had to carry Mitch and then I will beat you like I beat Mitch last week. It's going to be like Déjà vu for the fans tomorrow night. It might suck for them, but fuck them and fuck what they want. I am the most important person here and I am what matters in the JWF. Not you, Ferguson, because you are a talent less hack and you belong behind the curtain, behind the scenes, cleaning toilets. Hell, you can have the job of cleaning up your own blood after I beat the shit out of you.

Sound fair?

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The phone rings and Shawn bolts up from his sleep. His eyes wide open with fear and excitement. He hadn’t slept very much, due to the ongoing nightmare. He sits up in the bed and answers the phone after about three or four rings. He places the phone in his ear and speaks..

Shawn-Hello?.

???-Shawn?.

Shawn-Yeah…what's up?.

???-Are you ready for your next mission?.

Shawn-I'm listening..