The scene opens to a candlelit room. It appears to be the same one we saw Shipman in at Climax Control. Soon the questions are answered as Shipman slowly walks into view. His hair is slicked back and he is wearing a trench coat over his jeans and wife-beater. The sounds of a woman whimpering echoes in the background. Shipman just smiles as he faces the camera.
Shipman: I told you all I had a big surprise for Gerrit, and I delivered on it. Now the question is what do I get in return for putting on one of the sickest displays of violence in SCW history? Do I get Gerrit? No. Do I get a shot at the Violence championship? No. So I am stuck here facing some arrogant monkey named Travis Nathaniel Andrews, or Mr. TNA, which I believe means Totally No Action, which to me fits Steve Ramone better but that is beside the point. The point this week is that apparently I have to make a statement for Gerrit, and an impact for SCW management. Both of which I will have no problems doing. Granted the rules are not in my favor this week, being that this is a standard match. But after what transpired at the last Climax Control, I am going to take my sweet old time and dissect Travis with surgical precision and let the world know that Chris Shipman is for real and that I am the meanest, most vile and vicious man to ever step foot in an SCW ring.
Shipman grabs a lit candle and walks around the room. He walks by blood marks on the wall. It looks like drips that flew off of a whip and splattered against the wall. Shipman stares at it and chuckles.
Shipman: Sapphira can be kinky. Travis, do you really feel you stand a chance against me? I look at what you have done here in the SCW and granted you have made a bit of a name for yourself; you are unable to do what is required for you to go that extra step, that extra mile. Can you claim to go past a threshold of pain that I will inflict upon you? Do you know what it feels like to be lit on fire? To have a chainsaw cut into your body? To be punctured by barbed wire? This is all stuff I have experienced, overcame, and willing to dish out to anybody that steps foot in any wrestling ring with me. Yes I know, I can’t actually do that to you this time, unless I want to lose the match, which is fine by me because you are just a little guppy on my deep sea fishing trip here in the SCW.
Shipman licks the blood stain on the wall and has a big grin.
Shipman: Almost as sweet as her tears. No wonder Gerrit married the bitch. Okay, I’ll stop ignoring Mr. Total Necrophiliac-Aholic. I would say more but I ran out of letters. As you can plainly see I can talk the talk. Though can I walk the walk? Well that depends who you ask. Yes I know my record here in SCW isn’t the greatest but what would I be doing in the Seven Sins without some sort of reputation. Hell just look at the way I am tormenting Gerrit. And this is just messing with the guy. Imagine what I would do to someone that really pisses me off. Travis, you have never been in the ring with anyone like me. Sure Raab may be the violence champion and I may have lost to him before, but at Climax Control you will soon see that I am the king of violence. There is a time before and after the bell that you are mine to do as I please. That is what everyone forgets. It is only in that little bit of time between the bells that the rules apply. Any other time, your ass is mine. But yet here I am having to plot out a game plan on how I am going to kick your ass at Climax Control. Will it be a London Calling? A Shipman Lock? Hell maybe I will go basic and beat you with a Boston Crab, maybe even insult you and make you tap to a single leg, or the more embarrassing, make you scream “I Quit†to an arm bar. The possibilities are endless and you never quite know what I got up my sleeve until it comes to fruition.
Shipman continues to walk around the room. The echoes of a woman whimpering grow louder.
Shipman: That sound always gives me a bit of a chub. Travis, I can keep repeating myself and go on about how I am going to hurt and embarrass you this week. But really I want to know, what are you going to do?
Shipman pauses. It is silent minus the whimpers.
Shipman: I don’t hear anything, that’s what I thought. How about this, what are you going to do after I beat you? What will your excuses be?
Shipman pauses again, and yet again is only answered by whimpers.
Shipman: Wow you are not the talkative type are you. Well in case you do decide to talk, I will gladly shut you up permanently at Climax Control. It is what I do.
Shipman walks up to a rickety wooden door. He opens it to a loud creak. We can Sapphira in the next room. She is still tied up and gagged with her hands above her head. She is facing a wall with her back to the camera. She appears topless but her back is covered in dried blood and puncture marks from barbed wire.
Shipman: She is all mine now. My little toy. Travis, let this be a warning to you, and Gerrit, good luck getting her back.
HEAR ME…BELIEVE ME…FEAR ME.
Shipman walks up to Sapphira and closes his face in on her neck as the camera cuts.
