Post by Almost Like Flacco on Dec 18, 2006 19:56:51 GMT -5
Christian Shields is seen being interviewed by Ryan Riddel, the backstage interviewer. They are standing in front of a television camera with the lights shining bright. Behind them is a banner with the WFWF "Higher Authority" logo on it. Shields is in a No-sleeved button-down shirt, black of course, with faded blue jeans and his newest pair of Chucks. Shields' attire is just the opposite to that of Riddel. Riddel is in a very formal, 3-piece black suit with a white tie. Apparently the cameras are rolling because Shields looks to be in the middle of a rant, but the view is too far back and only a few distorted mumbles can be overheard. Whatever Shields is talking about seems to be startling Riddel, as he keeps backing away from Shields only to be pulled back when Shields wraps his hand around the microphone. Eventually, Riddel is able to get the mic out of Shields hand to do the sign off. Shields walks away from Riddel and the camera and grabs the gym bag that's resting on top of a black, metal box marked "Lighting". He sees that the camera is on and walks over. He starts talking.
Just so you know, I don't think over half of the words I said back there will make it to air, haha! C'mon camera dude, walk with me for a bit.
Shields starts walking down the corridor of the arena. This particular hallway isn't overly crowded as most of the roster hasn't arrived yet. As he makes his way down this stretch of cement, he looks at the names on the outside of the doors, apparently looking to see which locker room he is in. He passes by the rooms of some of the competitors in the tournament and of some of his opponents. He finally sees the door marked "Christian Shields" and steps inside. He takes a seat on a bench in front of a row of lockers and pulls his gear out of the gym bag he has been carrying and begins to pull out his wrestling gear. He slips on the elbow pads and unbuttons his shirt as he is talking.
I knew it wouldn't take long before I was main-eventing a Pay-Per-View, and I thank the Higher Authority for putting me in the main event tonight. I couldn't be happier main-eventing the first WFWF pay-per-view under the Higher Authority. Actually, yes, I could be happier. I would only be happier by picking up the "W" tonight. I mean, this is my big chance to finally drive that last spike into the brains of the viewers that I am for real. That I am the greatest star in WFWF. Wait, why do I have to prove anything to them? If they don't know by now that I am the WFWF equivalent of Mt. Saint Helens, they must have been living in a cave for the last nine months. What's that viewers? You say you don't get the Mt. Saint Helens reference? Well, you idiots, when I refer to myself as the WFWF equivalent of Mt. Saint Helens, that means that I've already blown up big time and am poised to do so again. Clever, aren't I?
He turns his head to the side and waves his right hand over the top of his head, meaning that his last statement went right over the viewer's heads. He takes off his shirt and sets it in the locker behind him. He takes off his black Chuck Taylors and puts on his wrestling shoes as he is talking.
Even though I am main-eventing tonight, that doesn't mean it will a walk in the park. I'm not in a singles match here, it's a Fatal Four Way. And it's not just a regular match, the winner gets a shot at the International title. I've had many title shots already, but have never held gold. I think it's time to change that, but first I have to dismantle Striker, Thunder, and Pohatu. I remember Thunder clearly, I know what he's able to do and to tell you the truth, it's not much. As for Stiker and Pohatu, this will be a new venture for me. "Fresh blood", if you will. First off, what in the world does Pohatu mean? Did he sneeze while saying "potato" and say "Hey, that sounded pretty cool. I think I'll use it as my name when I fail at my venture into professional wrestling."
Shields starts laughing like he's mocking Pohatu.
Oh, oh, oh! Sick burn! Did you feel that one. You're going to need three tubes of burn ointment and a full bar of soap to wash off that one! But seriously, what does it mean? Someone plese explain this to me! You know what, don't explain it to me actually. That guy's just another face to punch in my opinion. Hey, like it or hate it, you have to live with it.
Shields puts his shoes in his locker and pulls out some wrist tape and pre-wrap. He pre-wraps his arm and begins wrapping his wrists and hands while he speaks.
And what's the deal with Skyler Striker? If this guy thinks he's going to get his life back by beating me and the other guys tonight, he's far from right. Hey, buddy, you can stop trying to regain your life pal, I'm pretty sure you didn't have one. Don't even think about getting angry at me, Striker. You can't deny it because you know I'm right, just admit it.You know, I'm starting to think that they chose "Blood On My Hands" as the theme because of me. I plan on busting open all three of you sorry excuses for human life, and I'm going to do so with my bare hands. So, by the end of the match, there will be plenty of blood on my hands.
Stops, has a puzzled expression on his face.
I thought those last lines were going to sound a lot better than they actually did. Alright well, I've got to change my pants now so unless you're into that sort of thing, I suggest you leave.
The view spins around and moves towards the door. The door opens as the view fades to black.
Just so you know, I don't think over half of the words I said back there will make it to air, haha! C'mon camera dude, walk with me for a bit.
Shields starts walking down the corridor of the arena. This particular hallway isn't overly crowded as most of the roster hasn't arrived yet. As he makes his way down this stretch of cement, he looks at the names on the outside of the doors, apparently looking to see which locker room he is in. He passes by the rooms of some of the competitors in the tournament and of some of his opponents. He finally sees the door marked "Christian Shields" and steps inside. He takes a seat on a bench in front of a row of lockers and pulls his gear out of the gym bag he has been carrying and begins to pull out his wrestling gear. He slips on the elbow pads and unbuttons his shirt as he is talking.
I knew it wouldn't take long before I was main-eventing a Pay-Per-View, and I thank the Higher Authority for putting me in the main event tonight. I couldn't be happier main-eventing the first WFWF pay-per-view under the Higher Authority. Actually, yes, I could be happier. I would only be happier by picking up the "W" tonight. I mean, this is my big chance to finally drive that last spike into the brains of the viewers that I am for real. That I am the greatest star in WFWF. Wait, why do I have to prove anything to them? If they don't know by now that I am the WFWF equivalent of Mt. Saint Helens, they must have been living in a cave for the last nine months. What's that viewers? You say you don't get the Mt. Saint Helens reference? Well, you idiots, when I refer to myself as the WFWF equivalent of Mt. Saint Helens, that means that I've already blown up big time and am poised to do so again. Clever, aren't I?
He turns his head to the side and waves his right hand over the top of his head, meaning that his last statement went right over the viewer's heads. He takes off his shirt and sets it in the locker behind him. He takes off his black Chuck Taylors and puts on his wrestling shoes as he is talking.
Even though I am main-eventing tonight, that doesn't mean it will a walk in the park. I'm not in a singles match here, it's a Fatal Four Way. And it's not just a regular match, the winner gets a shot at the International title. I've had many title shots already, but have never held gold. I think it's time to change that, but first I have to dismantle Striker, Thunder, and Pohatu. I remember Thunder clearly, I know what he's able to do and to tell you the truth, it's not much. As for Stiker and Pohatu, this will be a new venture for me. "Fresh blood", if you will. First off, what in the world does Pohatu mean? Did he sneeze while saying "potato" and say "Hey, that sounded pretty cool. I think I'll use it as my name when I fail at my venture into professional wrestling."
Shields starts laughing like he's mocking Pohatu.
Oh, oh, oh! Sick burn! Did you feel that one. You're going to need three tubes of burn ointment and a full bar of soap to wash off that one! But seriously, what does it mean? Someone plese explain this to me! You know what, don't explain it to me actually. That guy's just another face to punch in my opinion. Hey, like it or hate it, you have to live with it.
Shields puts his shoes in his locker and pulls out some wrist tape and pre-wrap. He pre-wraps his arm and begins wrapping his wrists and hands while he speaks.
And what's the deal with Skyler Striker? If this guy thinks he's going to get his life back by beating me and the other guys tonight, he's far from right. Hey, buddy, you can stop trying to regain your life pal, I'm pretty sure you didn't have one. Don't even think about getting angry at me, Striker. You can't deny it because you know I'm right, just admit it.You know, I'm starting to think that they chose "Blood On My Hands" as the theme because of me. I plan on busting open all three of you sorry excuses for human life, and I'm going to do so with my bare hands. So, by the end of the match, there will be plenty of blood on my hands.
Stops, has a puzzled expression on his face.
I thought those last lines were going to sound a lot better than they actually did. Alright well, I've got to change my pants now so unless you're into that sort of thing, I suggest you leave.
The view spins around and moves towards the door. The door opens as the view fades to black.
in' A!
....all in all this has to be the best rp I have seen from you thus far. Work on your description some for next time. Good rp man.