Post by Almost Like Flacco on Nov 29, 2006 0:44:00 GMT -5
The white screen fades into a view of Christian Shields sitting in the stands at the location of tonight's event. The seats are cracked and warped from all the years of people sitting on them and spilling things on them. He is staring down at the empty floor that will become the ring area in just a matter of hours. The look on his face is one of content and of enjoyment, mainly because of his victory last week. He is wearing his ring gear and looks ready for someone to come and fight him. He stares at the soon-to-be ringside area with his piercing eyes and begins to speak.
Eight months ago, this company was like a car with no motor. It had no drive, no potential. It probably wouldn't have lasted much longer. Eight months ago, this company was on a downward slope to destruction and there was no way of recovering. But throughout these past eight months, a new star has risen and has brought WFWF to the attention of the entire world. Finally this company...pro wrestling in general has someone to save it from becoming just another sideshow at the circus. That man...is me. In just eight months time, I have main-evented shows, competed in tournaments, and have had 4, count them, 4 championship matches. I am the future of this business, and my first real opportunity at proving it to all you zit-infested losers out there, is right here tonight on "Felo-De-Se" or however you say it. Tonight, I square off with a man that is a WFWF legend in the making. That man is Obo. Obo, there's no denying it so I'm not even going to try, you are one of the best that this company has ever seen. When you first came onto the scene, nobody had seen a wrestler with your combination of size, anger, and agility. You are a former 2 time Tag Team and...Ham Shank...champion. Not sure what Ham Shank is supposed to mean but that's beside the point. The point is that you are one of the best to ever grace a WFWF ring.
A look of seriousness wipes over his face.
Well tonight, I say that it is time to hand over the torch. You are no longer a ground-breaking wrestler. You're no longer raising the standards for competitors in this industry. You have been surpassed. "By whom?" you ask..haha..by me! You see Mr. "King of Gore", this is no longer your era, it's mine. The moment that I spill your blood, sweat, and tears on that canvas will symbolize the passing of that torch.
Looks down at his hands. Almost as if he's mesmerized by them.
It still excites me to think that these hands, my hands, and going to be covered in your blood when the dust settles. These hands are going to hit the brakes on your illustrious career, sending it into a screeching, twirling crash into the proverbial ditch of disappointment.
Looks up from his hands and dead on into the camera.
Obo, you can rest assured that your years of dismay and destruction here in WFWF will all be ending soon. All by the hands of Christian Shields.
He turns back to the center of the arena and leans back in the seat. The screens turns to static.
Eight months ago, this company was like a car with no motor. It had no drive, no potential. It probably wouldn't have lasted much longer. Eight months ago, this company was on a downward slope to destruction and there was no way of recovering. But throughout these past eight months, a new star has risen and has brought WFWF to the attention of the entire world. Finally this company...pro wrestling in general has someone to save it from becoming just another sideshow at the circus. That man...is me. In just eight months time, I have main-evented shows, competed in tournaments, and have had 4, count them, 4 championship matches. I am the future of this business, and my first real opportunity at proving it to all you zit-infested losers out there, is right here tonight on "Felo-De-Se" or however you say it. Tonight, I square off with a man that is a WFWF legend in the making. That man is Obo. Obo, there's no denying it so I'm not even going to try, you are one of the best that this company has ever seen. When you first came onto the scene, nobody had seen a wrestler with your combination of size, anger, and agility. You are a former 2 time Tag Team and...Ham Shank...champion. Not sure what Ham Shank is supposed to mean but that's beside the point. The point is that you are one of the best to ever grace a WFWF ring.
A look of seriousness wipes over his face.
Well tonight, I say that it is time to hand over the torch. You are no longer a ground-breaking wrestler. You're no longer raising the standards for competitors in this industry. You have been surpassed. "By whom?" you ask..haha..by me! You see Mr. "King of Gore", this is no longer your era, it's mine. The moment that I spill your blood, sweat, and tears on that canvas will symbolize the passing of that torch.
Looks down at his hands. Almost as if he's mesmerized by them.
It still excites me to think that these hands, my hands, and going to be covered in your blood when the dust settles. These hands are going to hit the brakes on your illustrious career, sending it into a screeching, twirling crash into the proverbial ditch of disappointment.
Looks up from his hands and dead on into the camera.
Obo, you can rest assured that your years of dismay and destruction here in WFWF will all be ending soon. All by the hands of Christian Shields.
He turns back to the center of the arena and leans back in the seat. The screens turns to static.
