Post by Almost Like Flacco on Oct 12, 2006 21:39:35 GMT -5
As the screen fades in, the view is moving steadily down a corridor in an old, run-down hospital. The narmally white linoleum that makes up the floor is now filthy and covered with mud and even a couple pools of dried blood. Many of the wooden doors to the rooms are rotten and moldy. Most of them are either hanging on by a single nail or are completely off of their rusty hinges and are lying on the floor. The song "Bother" by Stone Sour is faintly playing in the background. The view turns down a corridor on the left side. Sitting there amidst the dirt and spam, is Christian Shields. He is staring at one of the pools of blood with a blank expression on his face. The black shirt he is wearing is slightly faded with spots of white paint splattered all over it. His pants aren't in any better condition. His hair is, uncharacteristically, straight and dripping wet. Shields reaches behind him and presses the "off" buttong on the CD player. He continues to stare blankly at the pool of dried crimson blood while he speaks in a very subtle and serious tone.
While I was making my way to this spot, looking at the mud and dried blood on the floor, I started wondering, "How many people met their untimely deaths in this very building?" and "How much torture was inflicted to cause all the bloodshed?" Then I thought to myself, "Wait, I have a match tonight. What am I worried about that stuff for?"
Leans his head back as he forces out a cheap laugh.
So, how did you like my attempt at being serious? Pretty lame, wasn't it? Well, that's what you get when you hire David Spade to write for you.
Gets up to his feet and brushes his pants off.
Damn, this place is disgusting!
Leans slightly to his right and speaks to the cameraman.
Did you see the rotted, moldy doors on your way in here?
The camera motions as if nodding "yes". Shields shudders.
I think I should get a couple shots before I leave. Anyway, down to business. Tonight, I team up with my old nemesis from the House Show circuit, GaZ. We're set to take on the team of...
Puts on a pair of black, thick-rimmed glasses and a piece of paper with the Odium card on it. He holds it up to his face like he can't read the words.
...Reckless and Brady Cool.
A look of deep concentration comes over his face.
Brady Cool, where have I heard that name before?
His expression turns serious again.
Oh well, it's probably nobody of any importance to me. Why do I still have these on?
Takes off the glasses and throws them back behind him. The glasses land with a crunch on the hard linoleum floor.
GaZ, we've never been on the same page. Hell, we've never been in the same library. I don't think we'll ever see eye to eye together, not with all the history between you and me. I gained my first victory in WFWF history over you, GaZ. Tonight, we're going to have to put aside our differences and work together to take out two wrestlers that aren't even worthy of lower mid-card status. I know I'm going to have your back, you'd better have mine. As for Reckless, well, let me just say this. Am I supposed to be scared of a guy that goes by the name Reckless? Here's a better question. Why don't you just change it to something more to the point? Something like "I'mabeatyaup" or "Ipunchyayoudie". Those seem much more menacing in my opinion.
Takes out a piece of lined noteboook paper and holds it in front of him. The paper reads "I was being sarcastic" in black. He throws the sign behind him and it floats harmlessly to the ground.
Jeez, all you people take things WAY too seriously around here. You all should be thanking your lucky stars that Christian Shields is around. Not only do I bring quality wrestling, but I am the comic relief that this company so desperately needs. I've already showed my comedic talents during this, all that is left is to show my athletic prowess in the ring.
Shields begins to walk down the hallway but is stopped by the cameraman.
You forgot to talk about Brady Cool.
Shields stops and turns around.
What's that?
You forgot to talk about Brady Cool!
No, I mentioned his name. That's all that ws needed when talking about him.
Shields gets a smug look on his face as he turns around and continues down the hall. A rat runs out from one of the rooms and crosses Shields' path.
Oh, this place has rats, too! Just great! Why did I choose this place?
He continues to mumble to himself as he walks out of sight. One more "why?" is heard as the view slowly fades away to static.
While I was making my way to this spot, looking at the mud and dried blood on the floor, I started wondering, "How many people met their untimely deaths in this very building?" and "How much torture was inflicted to cause all the bloodshed?" Then I thought to myself, "Wait, I have a match tonight. What am I worried about that stuff for?"
Leans his head back as he forces out a cheap laugh.
So, how did you like my attempt at being serious? Pretty lame, wasn't it? Well, that's what you get when you hire David Spade to write for you.
Gets up to his feet and brushes his pants off.
Damn, this place is disgusting!
Leans slightly to his right and speaks to the cameraman.
Did you see the rotted, moldy doors on your way in here?
The camera motions as if nodding "yes". Shields shudders.
I think I should get a couple shots before I leave. Anyway, down to business. Tonight, I team up with my old nemesis from the House Show circuit, GaZ. We're set to take on the team of...
Puts on a pair of black, thick-rimmed glasses and a piece of paper with the Odium card on it. He holds it up to his face like he can't read the words.
...Reckless and Brady Cool.
A look of deep concentration comes over his face.
Brady Cool, where have I heard that name before?
His expression turns serious again.
Oh well, it's probably nobody of any importance to me. Why do I still have these on?
Takes off the glasses and throws them back behind him. The glasses land with a crunch on the hard linoleum floor.
GaZ, we've never been on the same page. Hell, we've never been in the same library. I don't think we'll ever see eye to eye together, not with all the history between you and me. I gained my first victory in WFWF history over you, GaZ. Tonight, we're going to have to put aside our differences and work together to take out two wrestlers that aren't even worthy of lower mid-card status. I know I'm going to have your back, you'd better have mine. As for Reckless, well, let me just say this. Am I supposed to be scared of a guy that goes by the name Reckless? Here's a better question. Why don't you just change it to something more to the point? Something like "I'mabeatyaup" or "Ipunchyayoudie". Those seem much more menacing in my opinion.
Takes out a piece of lined noteboook paper and holds it in front of him. The paper reads "I was being sarcastic" in black. He throws the sign behind him and it floats harmlessly to the ground.
Jeez, all you people take things WAY too seriously around here. You all should be thanking your lucky stars that Christian Shields is around. Not only do I bring quality wrestling, but I am the comic relief that this company so desperately needs. I've already showed my comedic talents during this, all that is left is to show my athletic prowess in the ring.
Shields begins to walk down the hallway but is stopped by the cameraman.
You forgot to talk about Brady Cool.
Shields stops and turns around.
What's that?
You forgot to talk about Brady Cool!
No, I mentioned his name. That's all that ws needed when talking about him.
Shields gets a smug look on his face as he turns around and continues down the hall. A rat runs out from one of the rooms and crosses Shields' path.
Oh, this place has rats, too! Just great! Why did I choose this place?
He continues to mumble to himself as he walks out of sight. One more "why?" is heard as the view slowly fades away to static.
