Post by Almost Like Flacco on Sept 6, 2006 23:20:19 GMT -5
Shields, with a look of content on his face, is treading through the dense grasslands just north of his hometown with a steady pace. The normally sunny day has turned into a dark and gloomy overcast afternoon. He spots a few dandelions poking up through the grass and kicks them into oblivion. Shields is wearing a plain red shirt and muddy black jeans. He is looking down into the tall grass, watching his every step. He begins speaking with a subtle tone.
Isn't this day great?
Pauses for a moment.
No, it really isn't. There's too much grass, it's cold, there's no sun out, and to make things just oh so much better I tripped in something I'm assuming is mud. This is why I hate coming back to this town. It's the epicenter of boredom and udder crap. The people suck and over three-fourths of them are old. I'm glad I got out of this rat hole of a town. This place isn't worthy of having the essence of pure greatness grace it's streets.
Shields reaches a dirt road where a pickup truck is speeding towards him. Shields steps back out of the path of the clearly drunk driver that's behind the wheel.
Watch it you drunk redneck!
Driver (incoherently): Blelelaybeleyousuck!
Shields now has a look of anger on his face.
You see? Do you see now why I said that these people suck? They all have miserably failed at life and somehow found this pukehole as a place to live and breed with other idiots.
Shields breathes slowly, calming himself down.
Okay, now that I got that out of my system, I can get back to the task at hand.
Shields walks across the dirt road and onto a grade-school playground. He stops and sits on one of the black plastic swings and wraps his hands around the rusty steel chains. He looks around at the old equipment that looks like it's about to fall apart.
My old stomping grounds. I call it that because this is where I used to stomp the town losers into the dirt. Losers just like, Justin Tyme and Kurt Burton. That's what this match is going to do to me, it's going to bring me back to the old days of when I ran things around here. I can't wait to beat the snot out of those two!
Quickly gives a laugh of anticipation and excitement.
Justin Tyme, the man of a million and more nicknames. Hotshot, Top Gun, among many others. I'm just wondering, when is he going to choose a name and stick with it? I've got a name for you, Tyme. After House Show 13, you can call yourself "Mr. Got Destroyed by Complete Greatness". Just make sure that you give the proper credit to the man that created it. Let's not forget Kurt Burton. What can be said about this man that hasn't already been said about Windows '95? He's slow, unresponsive, and probably riddle with viruses. Hey, you may have beaten me and OKAMA at SuperBrawl but that was only because I wasn't on my A-game. Tonight, I'm on more than just my A-game, I'm on my A-plus game.
Pauses for a few seconds.
Okay, I'll admit it, that sounded really corny. Like it makes any difference about what I say, it's all about how I get things done in that ring. I plan on coming back to the House Shows with a vengeance and, to quote that A-team, I love it when a plan comes together.
Shields stands up fromt he swing and walks back to the dirt road. He walks alongside the road and kicks a few rocks. The screen slowly fades out.
Isn't this day great?
Pauses for a moment.
No, it really isn't. There's too much grass, it's cold, there's no sun out, and to make things just oh so much better I tripped in something I'm assuming is mud. This is why I hate coming back to this town. It's the epicenter of boredom and udder crap. The people suck and over three-fourths of them are old. I'm glad I got out of this rat hole of a town. This place isn't worthy of having the essence of pure greatness grace it's streets.
Shields reaches a dirt road where a pickup truck is speeding towards him. Shields steps back out of the path of the clearly drunk driver that's behind the wheel.
Watch it you drunk redneck!
Driver (incoherently): Blelelaybeleyousuck!
Shields now has a look of anger on his face.
You see? Do you see now why I said that these people suck? They all have miserably failed at life and somehow found this pukehole as a place to live and breed with other idiots.
Shields breathes slowly, calming himself down.
Okay, now that I got that out of my system, I can get back to the task at hand.
Shields walks across the dirt road and onto a grade-school playground. He stops and sits on one of the black plastic swings and wraps his hands around the rusty steel chains. He looks around at the old equipment that looks like it's about to fall apart.
My old stomping grounds. I call it that because this is where I used to stomp the town losers into the dirt. Losers just like, Justin Tyme and Kurt Burton. That's what this match is going to do to me, it's going to bring me back to the old days of when I ran things around here. I can't wait to beat the snot out of those two!
Quickly gives a laugh of anticipation and excitement.
Justin Tyme, the man of a million and more nicknames. Hotshot, Top Gun, among many others. I'm just wondering, when is he going to choose a name and stick with it? I've got a name for you, Tyme. After House Show 13, you can call yourself "Mr. Got Destroyed by Complete Greatness". Just make sure that you give the proper credit to the man that created it. Let's not forget Kurt Burton. What can be said about this man that hasn't already been said about Windows '95? He's slow, unresponsive, and probably riddle with viruses. Hey, you may have beaten me and OKAMA at SuperBrawl but that was only because I wasn't on my A-game. Tonight, I'm on more than just my A-game, I'm on my A-plus game.
Pauses for a few seconds.
Okay, I'll admit it, that sounded really corny. Like it makes any difference about what I say, it's all about how I get things done in that ring. I plan on coming back to the House Shows with a vengeance and, to quote that A-team, I love it when a plan comes together.
Shields stands up fromt he swing and walks back to the dirt road. He walks alongside the road and kicks a few rocks. The screen slowly fades out.
