Post by Shayne Youngblood on Mar 26, 2012 1:00:27 GMT
Shawn, c'mon! You're being rediculous! What you just said isn't happening!
Shayne had come out of Shawn's dressing room, and had propped the door open, hoping Shawn would follow her and that they could go somewhere to sort all of this out. But instead they were now having a shouting argument backstage at the arena.
Shayne was getting tired of this prima-donna attitude. It didn't help that Shawn was always drunk off his ass, attending too many hollywood parties. Now he seemed to be buying into his own hype despite his horrible track record and performance in the ring itself. Always drunk, unable to face the truth, it seemed like he was slipping away into a fantasy world, cultivated by the hollywood scene of fake ass kissers.
Shawn... you're beginning to sound paranoid. You're beginning to sound like Jason did back in his darker days, and no body wants that.
A full bottle of champagne whizzes past Shayne's head, which she narrowly manages to duck, before it shatters against the wall, soaking the hallway around Shawn's dressing room door!
Okay, that was enough! Shayne got the hell out there, looking for the women's dressing room. Shawn was turning into a complete and uttter bastard!
Shayne had come out of Shawn's dressing room, and had propped the door open, hoping Shawn would follow her and that they could go somewhere to sort all of this out. But instead they were now having a shouting argument backstage at the arena.
Oh yes it is! You heard what that bastard Lionheart is doing tonight! He's trying to drive me out of this company! That's why I've not been seen since last month's Pay Per View, when Ryan Whyte beat me in three minutes flat! That's why I'm the NUMBER 1 entrant in this FallOut match! That's why he has chosen the NUMBER 2 entrant to be whom it is! Don't tell me it's randomized and a coincidence! Just because I'm one of the lifers who's been around this company a long time, and hasn't rode off into the sunset like Avenger, Genesis, Jason, Lionheart and Sylas Styles! He is trying to drive me out so that I don't pass their legacy by and become better than all of them!
Shayne was getting tired of this prima-donna attitude. It didn't help that Shawn was always drunk off his ass, attending too many hollywood parties. Now he seemed to be buying into his own hype despite his horrible track record and performance in the ring itself. Always drunk, unable to face the truth, it seemed like he was slipping away into a fantasy world, cultivated by the hollywood scene of fake ass kissers.
Shawn... you're beginning to sound paranoid. You're beginning to sound like Jason did back in his darker days, and no body wants that.
A full bottle of champagne whizzes past Shayne's head, which she narrowly manages to duck, before it shatters against the wall, soaking the hallway around Shawn's dressing room door!
Okay, that was enough! Shayne got the hell out there, looking for the women's dressing room. Shawn was turning into a complete and uttter bastard!