Amis Shelton: Futureproof IV (Kings Edition)
Apr 17, 2024 17:24:38 GMT -6
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Post by Amis FN Shelton on Apr 17, 2024 17:24:38 GMT -6
12th of April, 2024
An Abandoned Castle - Somewhere in England
The cameras fade into a scene of grandeur and elegance, set within the confines of a throne room of a forgotten castle. The chamber was only dimly lit via the efforts of fire-lit torches scattered across the walls and throughout the floor, revealing the ancient stone walls adorned with paintings that illustrated tales of a bygone era. At the heart of the fortress, between a sea of tattered old English banners and tapestries sat a throne carved from ebony oak but equally showed its battle against time.
Despite this, the throne exuded an aura of authority and commanding reverence, likely from those who had sat upon it centuries ago. This distinct honour now belongs to Amis Shelton, dressed in his ring attire and draped in a long, dark-coloured cloak with the EWC logo embedded at the centre buckle. Shelton reclined with a casual air of dominion, his posture radiating confidence. He stares directly at the camera with a steely, commanding gaze as if he were daring anyone to challenge his authority. With a gesture as imperious as any king, The Renegade raised a hand to beckon an unseen servant, ordering them to light more torches.
“Heritage,” Amis simply proclaimed, his words echoing off the old walls. “How fuckin’ fitting.”
Leaning back on his throne, Amis's eyes narrow as his mind drifts to the upcoming battle, the clash that will determine his destiny whilst his fingers drum impatiently on the armrest of his grand seat. Beyond him and lined up in organised rows were a group of men and women all dressed in rebellious attire, each sporting their own versions of masks covering their faces.
“Captain Morgan Darkwater,” he mutters to himself, the name dripping from his lips like venom. “A formidable opponent, I’ll give him his flowers. A man his age has seen it all and done it all and he’s got quite the resume here in the EWC.”
As he speaks Amis rises from the throne, pacing the length of the room as the camera retreats in front of him, focused on the fiery determination in his eyes as his footsteps echo against the ground.
“Television Champion, International Champion and now Heritage Champion,” Amis shifted to his right, flicking his wrist to gesture the camera towards a nearby tapestry illustrating a warrior king standing tall over his slain opponent. “And of course, we can’t forget… The Pirate King. He’s gone toe to toe with some of the biggest names in the EWC from Natalie Young, Dominic Sanders, Neo James Carner to Mr Newmann, a who’s who of EWC heritage. But he’s still no match for the might of Amis Fuckin’ Shelton!”
Amis then returns to the centre of the room where a bowing servant hands him a lit torch, quickly scurrying away as soon as he accepts it. Amis gestures with his free hand again, this time the camera pans to the left revealing multiple fresh new tapestries propped up into a neat row, each adorning the names of EWC alumni.
“Because just like him, I’ve also held both Television and International Championships too,” Amis points towards the first two tapestries with his free hand, the names Nostalgia and Kendrick Kross each embroidered to the cloth. Amis then presses his flaming torch at the bottom of each and watches with glee as the inferno devours each name one after the other. “If that’s not Brawl dominance then I don’t know what to tell you. That is wrestling heritage.”
“But I was also a Future Stars of Wrestling Champion too,” Shelton took a few steps forward as the camera revealed the next in line. The name Dixie Dubois meets a similar fate to those before her. “Amis Shelton added some much needed star power to that brand and when the time came at WrestleFest against arguably the strongest champion it was like she didn’t even show up. That was the difference between us. I grabbed that title and took it straight to the main event of the flagship show. That is wrestling heritage.”
The challenger for the Heritage Championship steps forward again, this time the name born upon the fabric was Melinda Rhodes. Amis acknowledged the name with a condescending sneer.
“I took her down whilst she was just a moody teenager phase of her EWC career,” A wry smirk appears on his face. He again points the torch at the tapestry and watches it burn to nothing. “She bowed down immediately by proclaiming Amis Shelton as the perennial challenger to the Undisputed Championship. That is wrestling heritage.”
A disdainful look replaces the smirk as Amis approaches the next tapestry, which stands out as it does not have a name but a year instead. 2017 to be precise.
“She said that because of the year 2017,” Amis Shelton wastes very little time setting the cloth ablaze. Hatred equally burning in his eyes. “That was the year when the entire wrestling world couldn’t stop talking about me. The year when they all thought that Amis Shelton could do what nobody else could. They will say that 2017 was my peak… Undisputed Championship matches, the main events and the screen time aside, I’ll be the first to say that it was a year of regret. But all the same, that is wrestling heritage.”
The Renegade then approaches the final tapestry as servants move quickly to remove the burned remains of the arson assault. Amis takes a look out to the crowd once more. The final name was Captain Morgan Darkwater.
“Of course, as we all know, this isn’t the first time I’ve faced the Pirate King,” Within a matter of seconds the final artistic ornament suffered the same fate as its predecessors, gobbled up by the flames. Amis Shelton returns the torch to the same servant it came from as he returns to the centre of his elevated platform in front of his supposed subjects who remain standing at attention, listening to everything he is saying. “July 16th, 2018. Amis Shelton knocks out and defeats a Morgan Darkwater who had just lost his then record setting reign as International Champion. The very same Pirate King who acknowledged me as a future hall of famer long before the bell was rung! That is wrestling heritage!”
Amis triumphantly outstretches his arms which are responded to by a sudden jolt of life from the subjects as they roar in appreciation. After a short while of entertaining the adulation, Amis raises both arms high, commanding silence.
“People have asked me why. Why come back to the EWC at all?” He says with a defiant tone whilst slowly pacing in a small circle. “I could have gone to any promotion in the world, I could have found and developed the next Moxie but I didn’t. That’s because it has to be me. Unfinished business is a fuckin’ understatement, I’ve come back for matches exactly like this. StrangleMania, with a championship title on the line and the opportunity to show the entire world since the day I walked through the doors in FSW in 2016 that Amis Shelton is not only the most polarizing figure in all of professional wrestling but I am also the greatest of all time!”
The room trembles with the force of Amis's declaration. He strides back to his throne, settling into it with the assurance of a king who knows his reign is inevitable.
“Let me ask you, do you think The Captain can say the same?” Amis outstretches his arms to the crowd who remain silent. “One man might seem to think so and that man’s name is Jim Connors. To the simple minded it may look like Morgan is rejecting his advances but you can’t pull the wool over Amis Shelton’s eyes because this is a dance that I’ve performed before. Morgan won’t admit it but I can see right through this little charade that’s going on here, all you have to do is piece the puzzle together.”
A proud smirk is etched upon the challenger’s face as he sits like a man who’s got it all figured out.
“First of all, we have the doting comments,” Amis shrugged but held out a single finger in front of him. “The GM needs to stay on good terms with his only champion who isn’t a member of The House, that’s obvious, especially after the chaos they’ve managed to pull.”
“Next we’ve got the protecting,” Amis says with a sneer as he raises a second finger. “It’s not a coincidence that The Captain suddenly has to rest up just as the mini tournament began. It’s funny that on Brawl #606 in Chicago he told Jim Connors to grow a spine then two weeks later in Atlanta he’s been told to relax at home and not get into any physicality and he’s obeyed like the fuckin’ sea dog he is.”
Shelton then raises a third finger, pausing for a moment to allow his words to hang in the air before continuing.
“And if that wasn’t enough to sway an opinion, let’s have a look at the stipulation for the match at StrangleMania, chosen by Connors nonetheless,” Amis scoffs as he reclines on his throne once more, his voice dripping with disdain. “A submission match, a known favourite match type of the Captain known to be quite the submission specialist. To add to that, the two of us will be bound together by a steel chain meaning that the speed advantage I did have was now rendered useless, whilst his brute strength becomes that much more valuable.”
For a man who on paper could perhaps be seen as the underdog given the stipulation, Amis Shelton’s face was a picture of confidence and determination as the trademark smirk returned to his face.
“Good,” Amis said plainly, maintaining the smirk. He runs a finger slowly across the arm of the oak throne. “Let’s be honest with ourselves for a second here, everybody knew from the moment it got announced that I was going to become the number 1 contender. Chelsea Skye, Emmanuelle and that other person couldn’t wrestle a wet paper towel if their lives depended on it. I exposed them just like how I’m going to expose the Pirate at StrangleMania by beating him at his own game. He may think that I’m going to be trapped with him, but the truth is he’s the one who’s trapped with me. I’ve faced far bigger tests and took them down all the same. This isn’t my first rodeo and I’ve knocked down bigger and badder bulls. I’ll match his Torture Rack with my Koji Clutch, if he pulls me in with that steel chain and I’ll wrap it around his throat and decapitate him!”
Midway through Amis had arisen once more from his throne whilst the followers roared with appreciation, each of them raising a single fist to the air. Amis quells the noise with his arms outstretched once more.
“I stand here before you all as a man that you’ve all come to know as The Renegade, the man who rebelled against the authority who corrupted him in the first place,” Amis scans the hall from his elevated vantage point. “The time has come to evolve and move past all of that. To become something bigger. This is far beyond punching a suit in the mouth, this is about the future of the professional wrestling industry. The Captain isn’t capable. There’s only one man who can lead and pave the way forward and there’s only one man who’s equipped for that task and his name is The greatest of all time! The king of the ring! The embodiment of wrestling heritage! The Immortal Legend himself!”
“Amis Fuckin’ Shelton!”
The camera pans to reveal Amis’ followers erupting into cheers once more whilst Amis stands tall with a singular fist raised and his eyes ablaze with determination and glory. The scene fades to black.
Despite this, the throne exuded an aura of authority and commanding reverence, likely from those who had sat upon it centuries ago. This distinct honour now belongs to Amis Shelton, dressed in his ring attire and draped in a long, dark-coloured cloak with the EWC logo embedded at the centre buckle. Shelton reclined with a casual air of dominion, his posture radiating confidence. He stares directly at the camera with a steely, commanding gaze as if he were daring anyone to challenge his authority. With a gesture as imperious as any king, The Renegade raised a hand to beckon an unseen servant, ordering them to light more torches.
“Heritage,” Amis simply proclaimed, his words echoing off the old walls. “How fuckin’ fitting.”
Leaning back on his throne, Amis's eyes narrow as his mind drifts to the upcoming battle, the clash that will determine his destiny whilst his fingers drum impatiently on the armrest of his grand seat. Beyond him and lined up in organised rows were a group of men and women all dressed in rebellious attire, each sporting their own versions of masks covering their faces.
“Captain Morgan Darkwater,” he mutters to himself, the name dripping from his lips like venom. “A formidable opponent, I’ll give him his flowers. A man his age has seen it all and done it all and he’s got quite the resume here in the EWC.”
As he speaks Amis rises from the throne, pacing the length of the room as the camera retreats in front of him, focused on the fiery determination in his eyes as his footsteps echo against the ground.
“Television Champion, International Champion and now Heritage Champion,” Amis shifted to his right, flicking his wrist to gesture the camera towards a nearby tapestry illustrating a warrior king standing tall over his slain opponent. “And of course, we can’t forget… The Pirate King. He’s gone toe to toe with some of the biggest names in the EWC from Natalie Young, Dominic Sanders, Neo James Carner to Mr Newmann, a who’s who of EWC heritage. But he’s still no match for the might of Amis Fuckin’ Shelton!”
Amis then returns to the centre of the room where a bowing servant hands him a lit torch, quickly scurrying away as soon as he accepts it. Amis gestures with his free hand again, this time the camera pans to the left revealing multiple fresh new tapestries propped up into a neat row, each adorning the names of EWC alumni.
“Because just like him, I’ve also held both Television and International Championships too,” Amis points towards the first two tapestries with his free hand, the names Nostalgia and Kendrick Kross each embroidered to the cloth. Amis then presses his flaming torch at the bottom of each and watches with glee as the inferno devours each name one after the other. “If that’s not Brawl dominance then I don’t know what to tell you. That is wrestling heritage.”
“But I was also a Future Stars of Wrestling Champion too,” Shelton took a few steps forward as the camera revealed the next in line. The name Dixie Dubois meets a similar fate to those before her. “Amis Shelton added some much needed star power to that brand and when the time came at WrestleFest against arguably the strongest champion it was like she didn’t even show up. That was the difference between us. I grabbed that title and took it straight to the main event of the flagship show. That is wrestling heritage.”
The challenger for the Heritage Championship steps forward again, this time the name born upon the fabric was Melinda Rhodes. Amis acknowledged the name with a condescending sneer.
“I took her down whilst she was just a moody teenager phase of her EWC career,” A wry smirk appears on his face. He again points the torch at the tapestry and watches it burn to nothing. “She bowed down immediately by proclaiming Amis Shelton as the perennial challenger to the Undisputed Championship. That is wrestling heritage.”
A disdainful look replaces the smirk as Amis approaches the next tapestry, which stands out as it does not have a name but a year instead. 2017 to be precise.
“She said that because of the year 2017,” Amis Shelton wastes very little time setting the cloth ablaze. Hatred equally burning in his eyes. “That was the year when the entire wrestling world couldn’t stop talking about me. The year when they all thought that Amis Shelton could do what nobody else could. They will say that 2017 was my peak… Undisputed Championship matches, the main events and the screen time aside, I’ll be the first to say that it was a year of regret. But all the same, that is wrestling heritage.”
The Renegade then approaches the final tapestry as servants move quickly to remove the burned remains of the arson assault. Amis takes a look out to the crowd once more. The final name was Captain Morgan Darkwater.
“Of course, as we all know, this isn’t the first time I’ve faced the Pirate King,” Within a matter of seconds the final artistic ornament suffered the same fate as its predecessors, gobbled up by the flames. Amis Shelton returns the torch to the same servant it came from as he returns to the centre of his elevated platform in front of his supposed subjects who remain standing at attention, listening to everything he is saying. “July 16th, 2018. Amis Shelton knocks out and defeats a Morgan Darkwater who had just lost his then record setting reign as International Champion. The very same Pirate King who acknowledged me as a future hall of famer long before the bell was rung! That is wrestling heritage!”
Amis triumphantly outstretches his arms which are responded to by a sudden jolt of life from the subjects as they roar in appreciation. After a short while of entertaining the adulation, Amis raises both arms high, commanding silence.
“People have asked me why. Why come back to the EWC at all?” He says with a defiant tone whilst slowly pacing in a small circle. “I could have gone to any promotion in the world, I could have found and developed the next Moxie but I didn’t. That’s because it has to be me. Unfinished business is a fuckin’ understatement, I’ve come back for matches exactly like this. StrangleMania, with a championship title on the line and the opportunity to show the entire world since the day I walked through the doors in FSW in 2016 that Amis Shelton is not only the most polarizing figure in all of professional wrestling but I am also the greatest of all time!”
The room trembles with the force of Amis's declaration. He strides back to his throne, settling into it with the assurance of a king who knows his reign is inevitable.
“Let me ask you, do you think The Captain can say the same?” Amis outstretches his arms to the crowd who remain silent. “One man might seem to think so and that man’s name is Jim Connors. To the simple minded it may look like Morgan is rejecting his advances but you can’t pull the wool over Amis Shelton’s eyes because this is a dance that I’ve performed before. Morgan won’t admit it but I can see right through this little charade that’s going on here, all you have to do is piece the puzzle together.”
A proud smirk is etched upon the challenger’s face as he sits like a man who’s got it all figured out.
“First of all, we have the doting comments,” Amis shrugged but held out a single finger in front of him. “The GM needs to stay on good terms with his only champion who isn’t a member of The House, that’s obvious, especially after the chaos they’ve managed to pull.”
“Next we’ve got the protecting,” Amis says with a sneer as he raises a second finger. “It’s not a coincidence that The Captain suddenly has to rest up just as the mini tournament began. It’s funny that on Brawl #606 in Chicago he told Jim Connors to grow a spine then two weeks later in Atlanta he’s been told to relax at home and not get into any physicality and he’s obeyed like the fuckin’ sea dog he is.”
Shelton then raises a third finger, pausing for a moment to allow his words to hang in the air before continuing.
“And if that wasn’t enough to sway an opinion, let’s have a look at the stipulation for the match at StrangleMania, chosen by Connors nonetheless,” Amis scoffs as he reclines on his throne once more, his voice dripping with disdain. “A submission match, a known favourite match type of the Captain known to be quite the submission specialist. To add to that, the two of us will be bound together by a steel chain meaning that the speed advantage I did have was now rendered useless, whilst his brute strength becomes that much more valuable.”
For a man who on paper could perhaps be seen as the underdog given the stipulation, Amis Shelton’s face was a picture of confidence and determination as the trademark smirk returned to his face.
“Good,” Amis said plainly, maintaining the smirk. He runs a finger slowly across the arm of the oak throne. “Let’s be honest with ourselves for a second here, everybody knew from the moment it got announced that I was going to become the number 1 contender. Chelsea Skye, Emmanuelle and that other person couldn’t wrestle a wet paper towel if their lives depended on it. I exposed them just like how I’m going to expose the Pirate at StrangleMania by beating him at his own game. He may think that I’m going to be trapped with him, but the truth is he’s the one who’s trapped with me. I’ve faced far bigger tests and took them down all the same. This isn’t my first rodeo and I’ve knocked down bigger and badder bulls. I’ll match his Torture Rack with my Koji Clutch, if he pulls me in with that steel chain and I’ll wrap it around his throat and decapitate him!”
Midway through Amis had arisen once more from his throne whilst the followers roared with appreciation, each of them raising a single fist to the air. Amis quells the noise with his arms outstretched once more.
“I stand here before you all as a man that you’ve all come to know as The Renegade, the man who rebelled against the authority who corrupted him in the first place,” Amis scans the hall from his elevated vantage point. “The time has come to evolve and move past all of that. To become something bigger. This is far beyond punching a suit in the mouth, this is about the future of the professional wrestling industry. The Captain isn’t capable. There’s only one man who can lead and pave the way forward and there’s only one man who’s equipped for that task and his name is The greatest of all time! The king of the ring! The embodiment of wrestling heritage! The Immortal Legend himself!”
“Amis Fuckin’ Shelton!”
The camera pans to reveal Amis’ followers erupting into cheers once more whilst Amis stands tall with a singular fist raised and his eyes ablaze with determination and glory. The scene fades to black.
