Post by Almost Like Flacco on Jul 25, 2006 16:49:28 GMT -5
We see Shields standing on a bridge over a crowded highway. The cars below are driving by at speeds of 75 mph. The sky is a dark overcast and a chilly wind is cutting through the air. The trees surrounding the highway are almost completely bare except for a few miscolored leaves. Shields is wearing all black and a black hoodie with the hood up. Shields looks into the camera and begins speaking.
Tonight is the night that everyone has been waiting for. My first match on the main roster is here, tonight. It's about time that Odium gets a dose of greatness. Just ask any of my opponents...excuse me...victims back at the House Shows, they'll tell you all about how I ran through them with the force of an 18 wheel big rig truck. I won match after match, went through opponent after opponent, and I'm still standing here before you without a scratch on me. Now, on to the matter at hand, the WFWF Internet Championship. I've fought for this title before and was so close to winning it that I could feel the gold plate resting in my hands. I wasn't surprised that after my performance in the last title match, that I would get another shot at it. O.K.A.M.A and The Bronx Bomber are all that stand between me and my first championship here in WFWF. I can't say much about O.K.A.M.A, since him and myself have never had a match, but I will tell you this, he is in for a very...VERY...rude awakening as to what I'm all about tonight. Now, Bronx Bomber is another story all together. We were two of the three original contenders for this belt, and I'm not going to lie, he took me to my physical limit and came out on top.
Shields turns his back to the camera. He puts his hands on the railing and looks out over the side of the bridge.
Bronx Bomber, you may have pinned me the last time we met, but don't count it happening again. Lightning never strikes twice in the same place, remember that.
Shields turns back towards the camera. He takes down the hood of his hoodie, revealing his messy black hair.
O.K.A.M.A, Bronx Bomber, you two better be on you A game and throw everything you have at me.
Laughs.
Like it will matter, anyway. I'm going to take you both to school and show you exactly what it takes to be the WFWF Internet Champion.
Shields put the hood back up. He walks to the right and off screen. The screen fades to black.
Tonight is the night that everyone has been waiting for. My first match on the main roster is here, tonight. It's about time that Odium gets a dose of greatness. Just ask any of my opponents...excuse me...victims back at the House Shows, they'll tell you all about how I ran through them with the force of an 18 wheel big rig truck. I won match after match, went through opponent after opponent, and I'm still standing here before you without a scratch on me. Now, on to the matter at hand, the WFWF Internet Championship. I've fought for this title before and was so close to winning it that I could feel the gold plate resting in my hands. I wasn't surprised that after my performance in the last title match, that I would get another shot at it. O.K.A.M.A and The Bronx Bomber are all that stand between me and my first championship here in WFWF. I can't say much about O.K.A.M.A, since him and myself have never had a match, but I will tell you this, he is in for a very...VERY...rude awakening as to what I'm all about tonight. Now, Bronx Bomber is another story all together. We were two of the three original contenders for this belt, and I'm not going to lie, he took me to my physical limit and came out on top.
Shields turns his back to the camera. He puts his hands on the railing and looks out over the side of the bridge.
Bronx Bomber, you may have pinned me the last time we met, but don't count it happening again. Lightning never strikes twice in the same place, remember that.
Shields turns back towards the camera. He takes down the hood of his hoodie, revealing his messy black hair.
O.K.A.M.A, Bronx Bomber, you two better be on you A game and throw everything you have at me.
Laughs.
Like it will matter, anyway. I'm going to take you both to school and show you exactly what it takes to be the WFWF Internet Champion.
Shields put the hood back up. He walks to the right and off screen. The screen fades to black.