Post by Almost Like Flacco on Aug 4, 2006 6:11:18 GMT -5
We see Shields sitting on a steel folding chair in the front row after a wrestling event. The floor is cluttered with cups, popcorn bags, pieces of cotton candy, and other things that you could buy at a sporting event. The ring crew is taking down the ring and the janitors are cleaning the ringside area. The lighting is on only over the ringside area. The cement floor is covered in beer and soda. You can hear the crew talking amongst each other but their words are mumbled are difficult to understand. Shields is looking at the floor. He is wearing his trademark black attire and a black leather jacket. The jacket has holes punctured in the sleeves, exposing parts of his arms. He begins speaking.
Well, it happened again. I lost my chance at holding gold in WFWF. I don’t think that any of you have the capability to understand just how angry I am at this moment. This is the second time that I have gotten a chance at the Internet title and lost. This is also the second time that The Bronx Bomber has stolen the belt from me. That night, I went back to my hotel room and I tried to refrain from tearing down the walls in the room! I eventually left the hotel and ended up hitting the heavy bag at the local gym for a few hours. After I vented all of my frustrations at the gym, I went to my hotel room and starting thinking about exactly what happened in the match that night that led to me losing. I figured out that the one reason is that I let myself get sloppy in the ring. I was so caught up in the moment that I must have forgotten about the matter at hand. Unless I want to keep losing week in and week out, I can’t let that happen again. This week I have been doing some different kinds of meditation to keep myself focused. I’m taking the time to make certain that I never lose my concentration in the ring again. I plan on using this newfound concentration on Nick Poffo this week on Odium. This week, I’m not going to worry about what the crowd thinks of me, what anybody in the back thinks of me, or what the press thinks about me. I’m am going to focus all of my attention on beating, no no, DESTROYING Nick Poffo at Odium.
Shields looks up and out at where the ring is being taken down.
You see, Nick. I have no problem what-so-ever with beating you tonight. I know that you’ll be thinking “No problem, he lost last week. It will take nothing at all to bring Christian Shields down.” Well you’re wrong. It’s going to be impossible for you to beat me. The only possible way to take me out now is by putting a bullet in my head and I don’t think you have enough “testicular fortitude” to do something like that.
Shields stands up and starts pacing back and forth.
I don’t think you know just how badly I can destroy you. When I hit you with The Aim to Fame and The Break Through, you won’t just be seeing the lights on the ceiling and stars, you’ll be seeing Christian Shields getting his hand raised over your body and an entire arena full of screaming fans on their feet.
Stops pacing and takes off the leather jacket.
For you see, tomorrow is just another day and tonight is just another victory for the one, the only, Christian Shields.
Shields drapes the jacket over the back of the steel chair. He hops over the security railing at ringside and walks up the entrance ramp. He turns around and does his trademark pose before exiting through the curtain.
Well, it happened again. I lost my chance at holding gold in WFWF. I don’t think that any of you have the capability to understand just how angry I am at this moment. This is the second time that I have gotten a chance at the Internet title and lost. This is also the second time that The Bronx Bomber has stolen the belt from me. That night, I went back to my hotel room and I tried to refrain from tearing down the walls in the room! I eventually left the hotel and ended up hitting the heavy bag at the local gym for a few hours. After I vented all of my frustrations at the gym, I went to my hotel room and starting thinking about exactly what happened in the match that night that led to me losing. I figured out that the one reason is that I let myself get sloppy in the ring. I was so caught up in the moment that I must have forgotten about the matter at hand. Unless I want to keep losing week in and week out, I can’t let that happen again. This week I have been doing some different kinds of meditation to keep myself focused. I’m taking the time to make certain that I never lose my concentration in the ring again. I plan on using this newfound concentration on Nick Poffo this week on Odium. This week, I’m not going to worry about what the crowd thinks of me, what anybody in the back thinks of me, or what the press thinks about me. I’m am going to focus all of my attention on beating, no no, DESTROYING Nick Poffo at Odium.
Shields looks up and out at where the ring is being taken down.
You see, Nick. I have no problem what-so-ever with beating you tonight. I know that you’ll be thinking “No problem, he lost last week. It will take nothing at all to bring Christian Shields down.” Well you’re wrong. It’s going to be impossible for you to beat me. The only possible way to take me out now is by putting a bullet in my head and I don’t think you have enough “testicular fortitude” to do something like that.
Shields stands up and starts pacing back and forth.
I don’t think you know just how badly I can destroy you. When I hit you with The Aim to Fame and The Break Through, you won’t just be seeing the lights on the ceiling and stars, you’ll be seeing Christian Shields getting his hand raised over your body and an entire arena full of screaming fans on their feet.
Stops pacing and takes off the leather jacket.
For you see, tomorrow is just another day and tonight is just another victory for the one, the only, Christian Shields.
Shields drapes the jacket over the back of the steel chair. He hops over the security railing at ringside and walks up the entrance ramp. He turns around and does his trademark pose before exiting through the curtain.
