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Post by Mr. Kevin Nash on Feb 7, 2014 12:46:17 GMT -9
Kevin Nash was standing near the table, where Brock Lesnar and Paul Heyman sat on one side, and on the other side, we had Sheamus, who was visibly pissed at what happened this Friday's Rumble.
Nash: "Well, you both know why we are here, so this is the contract, in which by the way, Paul, none of your associates can get involved in this match. If someone from your crew decides to be a smart ass, and gets involved, Brock Lesnar will lose, and will never have another match for the WF Heavyweight Championship as long as Sheamus is the champion."
Paul Heyman seems visibly annoyed, so does Brock Lesnar.
Nash: "But, Sheamus, here's the deal. You to sign this contract, which also has a little added stipulation, in which none of you get involved physically against each other. I know that last night he attacked you for no reason, so, this is a ban for the both of you. If you fail to maintain your anger, you'll be stripped of the belt. But, you, Brock, if you fail to maintain your violent behaviour you'll be suspended for six months WITHOUT pay. How's that for a deal?"
He puts both the contract on each corner of the table, waiting for the wrestlers' response.
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Post by Sheamus on Feb 7, 2014 14:31:58 GMT -9
Not a problem Kevin. I'm a patient man. I can wait until the PPV to get my hands
on his sorry arse. I worked to too hard for this title to let my temper cause me to
to lose it.
Sheamus signs the contract and looks at Heyman.
You might want to keep your guard up Paulie. There's nothing in this stipulation
that says I can't put my hands on you fella!
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Post by Paul Heyman on Feb 8, 2014 3:20:33 GMT -9
Paul Heyman smiles.
"Wow, did you rush to sign those papers, don't you Sheamus? We agree to your little stipulations, Mr. Nash. Because you see, last night was about sending a massage to Sheamus. Trust me when I say this, my client will not repeat that again. He wants to have Sheamus in his best physical condition, because quite honestly, it doesn't really matter if Sheamus be in his best condition, because in the end of the day, he's not a beast. He's just another boy scout, who thinks his larger than life."
Pau Heyman lays back against the chair.
"Comfy chairs, by the way. Oh, almost forgot, you actually threaten me, Sheamus? Here's the thing, look at the stipulation again, wise guy, it says, and I quote: Sheamus and Brock Lesnar are not allowed to get involved in physical altercations, and Sheamus is NOT allowed to touch Brock Lesnar's manager, Paul Heyman. So you see, boy scout, you can't touch me. But, since you have such eager flame burning inside you, I guess it's can be good to put you in a match against someone that is supposed to return to full duty, and that is Ric Flair. My other client."
He than looks at Nash.
"You don't really realize where you are getting yourself to, do you? We'll change that. Trust me, we will. You keep getting into our faces, trying to out smart me, but you see. The last time you tried to be smart, WCW was going from a billioner owned company, to bankruptcy. So the last thing we want, is for you to try and be 'smart' again."
He than gives the microphone to Brock Lesnar.
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Post by Brock Lesnar on Feb 8, 2014 3:25:38 GMT -9
Brock Lesnar holds the microphone in his hand, and looks a the contract on the table.
"You're dead!"
He says, throws the microphone to the ground, and signs the contract. He than stands up, and picks up the table and threw it out of the ring. He smiled and jumped up and down showing his intense attitude, and he gets out of the ring, with Paul Heyman smiling and raising his hand.
"You're dead!!!!"
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