Post by Almost Like Flacco on Sept 9, 2007 15:33:40 GMT -5
We see Shields and Maria lying on the hood of his car. His car isn't parked in a field or something romantic like that. Actually, his car isn't parked at all. They were driving to the arena for the Pay-Per-View and the car ran out of gas, and now they're waiting for the taxi to show up. So, for now, they're just lying on the hood of a car in front of this run-down, old TV repair shop in the middle of town. Maria looks over at Shields.
Maria: Why don't we just walk there? It's not that far.
Shields: Maria, you know my policy on walking. Besides, this is Belfast, who knows what kind of nasty, disgusting people are walking around this city. You can't even tell which people live in a house around here.
Maria: Alright then, I guess we'll just keep waiting for the cab to get here.
Shields: I called the place about twenty minutes ago, you would think they're faster than this.
Maria: Maybe they heard what you said about the people here and decided not to come.
Shields sarcastically chuckles.
Maria: While we're waiting, I've got a question for you.
Shields: Okay, shoot.
Maria: What are you going to do if Williams doesn't call your tag match fairly? Him being the special ref and all.
Shields: Well I definitely wouldn't cry around about it like some people would. No, I would take matters into my own hands and beat the holy hell out of him. Refs who take sides in a match deserve to get taken out. No matter if they are another wrestler or just any regular old referee. The refs are supposed to be fair and impartial and, in return, we sometimes promise not to beat them. But, in my humble opinion, if a ref goes against this rule, he has warranted himself a beating at the hands of somebody.
The cab finally pulls up and sounds the horn to let them know it's there.
Shields: It's about time.
Shields grabs the luggage from the trunk and sticks it int he trunk of the taxi. Maria gets in the backseat, as does Shields after he's done with the bags. As Shields climbs in he basically yells at the driver.
Shields: What in the world took you so long? We've been waiting for over twenty minutes out here. I'm surprised we didn't get mugged or something.
Driver: I apologize for the tardiness. Next time you use our service, we will make sure to arrive in a timely manner.
Shields: I highly doubt there will be a next time we use your taxi company. Maybe next time we'll just walk!
Maria rolls her eyes at Shields.
Shields: Just take us to The Odyssey so we can get this over with.
Driver: Whatever you say.
The scene cuts and we see Shields and Maria grabbing the luggage out of the trunk.
Driver: Aren't you going to pay?
Shields throws some money in the open window after he grabs the last of the luggage.
Shields: There you go, keep the change, get lost.
The driver mumbles under his breath and drives away.
Shields: Well then, let's go show these people how a real champion gets the job done in the ring.
Shields and Maria begin walking to the door marked "Talent Entrance". They step inside and the door shuts.
Maria: Why don't we just walk there? It's not that far.
Shields: Maria, you know my policy on walking. Besides, this is Belfast, who knows what kind of nasty, disgusting people are walking around this city. You can't even tell which people live in a house around here.
Maria: Alright then, I guess we'll just keep waiting for the cab to get here.
Shields: I called the place about twenty minutes ago, you would think they're faster than this.
Maria: Maybe they heard what you said about the people here and decided not to come.
Shields sarcastically chuckles.
Maria: While we're waiting, I've got a question for you.
Shields: Okay, shoot.
Maria: What are you going to do if Williams doesn't call your tag match fairly? Him being the special ref and all.
Shields: Well I definitely wouldn't cry around about it like some people would. No, I would take matters into my own hands and beat the holy hell out of him. Refs who take sides in a match deserve to get taken out. No matter if they are another wrestler or just any regular old referee. The refs are supposed to be fair and impartial and, in return, we sometimes promise not to beat them. But, in my humble opinion, if a ref goes against this rule, he has warranted himself a beating at the hands of somebody.
The cab finally pulls up and sounds the horn to let them know it's there.
Shields: It's about time.
Shields grabs the luggage from the trunk and sticks it int he trunk of the taxi. Maria gets in the backseat, as does Shields after he's done with the bags. As Shields climbs in he basically yells at the driver.
Shields: What in the world took you so long? We've been waiting for over twenty minutes out here. I'm surprised we didn't get mugged or something.
Driver: I apologize for the tardiness. Next time you use our service, we will make sure to arrive in a timely manner.
Shields: I highly doubt there will be a next time we use your taxi company. Maybe next time we'll just walk!
Maria rolls her eyes at Shields.
Shields: Just take us to The Odyssey so we can get this over with.
Driver: Whatever you say.
The scene cuts and we see Shields and Maria grabbing the luggage out of the trunk.
Driver: Aren't you going to pay?
Shields throws some money in the open window after he grabs the last of the luggage.
Shields: There you go, keep the change, get lost.
The driver mumbles under his breath and drives away.
Shields: Well then, let's go show these people how a real champion gets the job done in the ring.
Shields and Maria begin walking to the door marked "Talent Entrance". They step inside and the door shuts.
