Post by Almost Like Flacco on Jun 23, 2006 21:07:32 GMT -5
The screen fades into a view of an abandoned construction yard. Fires are roaring in some spots and there are piles of lumber everywhere. Power tools and steel beams are lying all over the place. Shields walks out from behind a fire and steps over a pile of wood. He is wearing his traditional black dress shirt and jeans. He also has on a pair of black sunglasses with a silver trim. He stops and sits on a steel beam and begins speaking.
It's finally here, the finals of the Internet Championship tournament. The three-way dance consists of Xavier, The Bronx Bomber, and Myself. I haven't faced either of these guys before so this is brand new territory to me. I don't know exactly what I can expect, but I'm sure it will be more of the same.
Shields stands up and looks into the camera. The camera rotates ninety degrees to the right to reveal two garbage cans with fires raging in them.
Nobody thought I would make it this far in the tournament. To be honest, neither did I. But now, I feel more confident than ever. The title is within my grasp, all that needs to be done now is to defeat Xavier and The Bronx Bomber. The fact that I have never faced either of them and neither of them have faced me, should make for one hellacious matchup. Here's a message to you both: Do your absolute worst. I am ready and able to take all that you can dish out, and come back fighting.
Shields walks away fromt he camera. He stops and turns back towards the camera
They better start engraving the name Christian Shields into the name plate of that title because when all is said and done, I will be the one with the Internet Championship in my hands.
He turns away from the camera and walks off screen. The screen fades away.
It's finally here, the finals of the Internet Championship tournament. The three-way dance consists of Xavier, The Bronx Bomber, and Myself. I haven't faced either of these guys before so this is brand new territory to me. I don't know exactly what I can expect, but I'm sure it will be more of the same.
Shields stands up and looks into the camera. The camera rotates ninety degrees to the right to reveal two garbage cans with fires raging in them.
Nobody thought I would make it this far in the tournament. To be honest, neither did I. But now, I feel more confident than ever. The title is within my grasp, all that needs to be done now is to defeat Xavier and The Bronx Bomber. The fact that I have never faced either of them and neither of them have faced me, should make for one hellacious matchup. Here's a message to you both: Do your absolute worst. I am ready and able to take all that you can dish out, and come back fighting.
Shields walks away fromt he camera. He stops and turns back towards the camera
They better start engraving the name Christian Shields into the name plate of that title because when all is said and done, I will be the one with the Internet Championship in my hands.
He turns away from the camera and walks off screen. The screen fades away.
