Post by Almost Like Flacco on Feb 3, 2007 1:29:09 GMT -5
From afar we see Shields standing at the desk in the lobby of a very fancy hotel. The red and gold wallpaper is almost glimmering in the light flowing from the chandeliers. He looks to be fighting with the clerk about something. Shields is wearing exactly the opposite of what you would expect in this hotel. Normally you would see 3 piece suits or the like, but Shields is wering a dirty white t-shirt was ripped, faded blue jeans and dirty black shoes. His hair looks like a comb hasn't been run through it in months. Shields is now yelling at the clerk and looks like he's about to punch him right in the face. Shields eventually walks away from the counter and yells some....expletives....to the clerk. He walks thorugh the big glass doors and mumbles to himself angrily.
I can't belive that guy didn't type my reservation into the *expletive deleted* computer. *Expletive deleted* jerk.
Shields, finally realizing that the camera is on him, turns away and walks faster. The camera moves faster and eventually catches up to him.
Why won't you guys just give me some privacy for about 5 minutes!
Shields gets into the driver's seat of his car and sits quietly for a moment. He then starts venting his anger in a very, well let's call it harsh way. He's steaming mad and his face is bright red. He's screaming as loud as possible but the mics can only pick up a few mumbles. After a while, he calms down and steps back out of the car.
Ok, now that that's out, I can concentrate. Tonight I get a little break in the action as I prepare to squash Thunder. Lately all my focus has been on another star here at WFWF, if you don't know who then you really need to pay attention. Not tonight though, tonight I get in a little practice by taking out Thunder. This no-name excuse for a jobber isn't even up to half of my standards. This kid needs to get through his head that I am on the rise and he is on a slippery slope to the unemployment line. Try as he may, he just won't be able to keep up with me tonight. I'm on too much of a rush knowing that I am the deadliest wrestler on the WFWF roster. You all have seen the highlight reels. I've taken people out with chairs, destroyed their mental stability, and bloodied not only their bodies, but their very existence on this Earth. There's just one thing, I don't think Thunder has seen these clips. That's probably for my benefit because then I know that Thunder can't counteract anything. You want to know the forecast for this match? Dark, painful, and bloody with a 90% chance of me getting censored. What's the other 10% you ask? The other 10% is that certain wrestler sticking his nose in my match and screwing me over before the Pay Per View. That's not going to happen, I've got eyes in the back of my head. If anything comes out of that entry-way, I'll know it and stop it. So Thunder, just think of yourself as a rag doll and just lay there motionless so I don't break anything on your body. If you don't, then the next thing you'll see is the lights in a hospital room as you wake up from the coma that I'll put you in.
Shields pushes the camera down. As the cameraman struggles to get Shields back in view, we hear the car door open and slam shut. As the car comes back into view, we just catch the car driving out of the parking lot and turn onto the street. The view falls back and fades to static.
I can't belive that guy didn't type my reservation into the *expletive deleted* computer. *Expletive deleted* jerk.
Shields, finally realizing that the camera is on him, turns away and walks faster. The camera moves faster and eventually catches up to him.
Why won't you guys just give me some privacy for about 5 minutes!
Shields gets into the driver's seat of his car and sits quietly for a moment. He then starts venting his anger in a very, well let's call it harsh way. He's steaming mad and his face is bright red. He's screaming as loud as possible but the mics can only pick up a few mumbles. After a while, he calms down and steps back out of the car.
Ok, now that that's out, I can concentrate. Tonight I get a little break in the action as I prepare to squash Thunder. Lately all my focus has been on another star here at WFWF, if you don't know who then you really need to pay attention. Not tonight though, tonight I get in a little practice by taking out Thunder. This no-name excuse for a jobber isn't even up to half of my standards. This kid needs to get through his head that I am on the rise and he is on a slippery slope to the unemployment line. Try as he may, he just won't be able to keep up with me tonight. I'm on too much of a rush knowing that I am the deadliest wrestler on the WFWF roster. You all have seen the highlight reels. I've taken people out with chairs, destroyed their mental stability, and bloodied not only their bodies, but their very existence on this Earth. There's just one thing, I don't think Thunder has seen these clips. That's probably for my benefit because then I know that Thunder can't counteract anything. You want to know the forecast for this match? Dark, painful, and bloody with a 90% chance of me getting censored. What's the other 10% you ask? The other 10% is that certain wrestler sticking his nose in my match and screwing me over before the Pay Per View. That's not going to happen, I've got eyes in the back of my head. If anything comes out of that entry-way, I'll know it and stop it. So Thunder, just think of yourself as a rag doll and just lay there motionless so I don't break anything on your body. If you don't, then the next thing you'll see is the lights in a hospital room as you wake up from the coma that I'll put you in.
Shields pushes the camera down. As the cameraman struggles to get Shields back in view, we hear the car door open and slam shut. As the car comes back into view, we just catch the car driving out of the parking lot and turn onto the street. The view falls back and fades to static.
