Post by Almost Like Flacco on Nov 20, 2006 19:45:32 GMT -5
As the view fades in from black, Christian Shields is seen staring at himself in a mirror of his bathroom. He takes a handful of the warm water that's resting in a pool in the sink and splashes it across his face. He grabs a towel off of the shelf next to him and dries his face. He has a shiner on his left eye after the match last week. He begins speaking to his reflection in the mirror with a subtle tone to his voice and a look of discontent on his face.
Apparently my message didn't get across to all those people last week. Nobody in that arena took me seriously. I saw their faces, all smiling and laughing because Christian Shields was there and they were hoping for another joke. I also saw their faces when I was leaving, they looked so disappointed. Like I had let them down or something. I don't have to please those people. Those are the people that are there for the entertainment aspect of professional wrestling and that's not me. I am a wrestler, not some cheap Hollywood reject. That is a wrestling ring out there, not a stage. I can only remember one thing from after I got to the back after the match, and that was the look on Devin Star's face. He gave me a look, almost like he was mocking me. As if he wasn't impressed with my performance. Well, tonight's my chance to prove him wrong. His opinion on me will change 180 degrees once I thouroughly destroy him all through that arena. 'Cause once I hit the Breakthrough, my opponents got nowhere to go but down for the 1 2 3.
Shields' glance turns slightly and his eyes fix on the camera.
Don't think I don't know you're there. I was actually hoping for someone to record this little rant of mine so that they have something to show at Star's retirement party.
Shields turns towards the exit of the room. As he walks towards the exit, he grabs his shirt that was laying over the back of a folding steel chair and slings it over his shoulder. He opens the door, walks out of the room, and slams the door behind him.
OOC: Sorry it's late. I've had this done for a few days but have been showered with homework from school lately.
Apparently my message didn't get across to all those people last week. Nobody in that arena took me seriously. I saw their faces, all smiling and laughing because Christian Shields was there and they were hoping for another joke. I also saw their faces when I was leaving, they looked so disappointed. Like I had let them down or something. I don't have to please those people. Those are the people that are there for the entertainment aspect of professional wrestling and that's not me. I am a wrestler, not some cheap Hollywood reject. That is a wrestling ring out there, not a stage. I can only remember one thing from after I got to the back after the match, and that was the look on Devin Star's face. He gave me a look, almost like he was mocking me. As if he wasn't impressed with my performance. Well, tonight's my chance to prove him wrong. His opinion on me will change 180 degrees once I thouroughly destroy him all through that arena. 'Cause once I hit the Breakthrough, my opponents got nowhere to go but down for the 1 2 3.
Shields' glance turns slightly and his eyes fix on the camera.
Don't think I don't know you're there. I was actually hoping for someone to record this little rant of mine so that they have something to show at Star's retirement party.
Shields turns towards the exit of the room. As he walks towards the exit, he grabs his shirt that was laying over the back of a folding steel chair and slings it over his shoulder. He opens the door, walks out of the room, and slams the door behind him.
OOC: Sorry it's late. I've had this done for a few days but have been showered with homework from school lately.
