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Date Posted: 16:54:45 04/22/01 Sun
Author: Shadow
Subject: Now you've made him mad... (Saturday, Finley James, Prez Storm)

((The outside of the arena for Saturday Night is still packed with fans. Most seem disappointed at having to come all the way back out here to get their NEW tickets for next weeks show. Despite the fact that they�re free, the whole refund process seems to have agitated them. This agitation is only increased when �Chambers of Blood� by Cannibal Corpse begins playing at a sanity-blasting level from the speakers inside the arena. Some roll their eyes in disgust as the red smoke billows from the top of the building, others look on in fear and amazement. Whatever their reaction, the fans now look up to the roof at Shadow posing for them in all his gothic splendor. He smiles deeply as the one camera on scene focuses in on him. Shadow wears the same clothes as he did two days ago, and they seemingly have not been removed from his body in this time frame. He bows over them all, as the smoke continues to swirl around him. The deep black of his outfit flashes against the mist and forms an almost magical effect on the onlookers. The fans notice an immensely angered look on Shadow�s face, that seems truly awkward when worn with that smirk. Shadow continues to grin, and speaks as the smoke dies down, along with the chatter of the fans.))

If you think the matches for last night being delayed until next week was NOT the most disappointing thing to happen to me since my joining this federation, please shoot yourselves right now.

((Shadow pauses, looks around, and continues to speak.))

Now that we�ve established that, the hell with all of you and your anger for having to come out here and exchange tickets. For [censored] shame, on you! I don�t think a single one of you understands the way this business works, and the way what goes on here affects our lives. I put a lot of energy into preparing for that match, making damned sure I knew all there was to know, and was ready to do everything, when it was time to do it. Now, my timing is thrown off by this schedule change, and all it has brung! This is a huge distraction, and I don�t appreciate it.

((Shadow sighs for a abnormally long time, takes another deep breath, and continues talking.))

President Storm... you, as President, are entitled to guts. But stupidity ill becomes you. You walk into that ring inside this building... and you tell these, these, MORONS, that because we, YOUR WRESTLERS, have not been ENTERTAINING enough... you are delaying the show. In my mind, you may as well have come into that ring and challenged one of us to a match, because we trained, and we prepared, and you [censored] over all of that. As for wanting to see a barbed wire bat across their most unfavorite, ^said in passing^ not that that�s even a word, wrestler�s back, rather than hear us �whine�... who cares what they want? I sure don�t. I will whine in front of these jag offs all I want to, and they can either like it, or they can change the channel! I hold no responsibility to the fans entertainment, that�s the job of sellouts like you and Rocky over there. Not me. You want entertainment from me, learn to enjoy solid, fundamental, technically sound wrestling, or stare at my ass the whole match for all I care. But me, nah, I�m going to be myself, Prez. Find yourself one of these other guys to be your entertaining hack for the fans. Me, no whoring here.

((Shadow nods solemnly and looks back up after a brief second of thought. He looks out at the somewhat captivated fans, surprised. He continues to speak.))

Don�t you all think for a second I�m done ripping you all new one. A certain series of phone calls and letters mean anything to any of you? Prank calls at all hours of the night telling me how badly I suck make any of you snicker or laugh at me? I hope so, because when I�m beating the living hell out of Finley James this weekend, I will be thinking of who it was that made those harassing comments to me, and I will love it. You [censored for some time] will soon learn to appreciate my work and just how damned good at it I really am. That, or you will just cry as you stare at what I have done to your most favoritest wrestler in the whole widddeeee wooorrrllllddd! Makes no difference to me how you punish yourselves, but rest assured I will make sure you all suffer for intruding on my personal life and screwing up the sequence of events for my week. Nothing pisses me off more than having a bad weekend. This one has been the worst.

((Shadow sighs more, then shakes his head in disbelief at something presumably the voices in his head are telling him. He looks back up and continues talking.))

Oh but this would SUCK, and be a WASTE OF TIME if I didn�t just blab to no end about Finley James. After all, it�s what the fans want, they want to be entertained right? Well, let me perform that duty, then.

Okay Finley James, I�ll give you some credit before I tear you apart with my razor wit and cutting insight. You are a good wrestler. Hell, you�re one of the top 5 in the hWf. You are World Championship material for sure. I have to hand it to you, you are very, very... good. You could win every Championship they can make up in some other federation... some... other... federation. Here, you�re screwed. I know you�re a man of aspiration like myself, and you want this win just as badly as I do. Only thing is, while you are unquestionably good, I am the top wrestler in this federation, and I aim to prove it this coming Saturday. You see, while you desire this win as I do, you are stepping into a wood and wire match with someone whose desire to live right now is VERY erratic. I can be living the safe life one moment, and be doing 450 splashes onto barbed wire the next. Oh, but unpredictability is not how I plan to win this Saturday. No, not by far. How DO I plan to win, you ask? I�m glad you did. After all, I am here to entertain you morons, right? Well then, why don�t I entertain you with a nice description of how I plan on dominating Finley James this Saturday.

First off, I will begin by intimidating you. Yes, I want you to know for sure just how good I really am. So I was thinking showy stuff to begin with, give these idiots a show, right Storm? Then, I will begin to let my stamina take over. I plan on beginning to use that wonderful vigor of yours take over, let the fire in your belly begin to unravel the sound skills you so obviously maintain. Then, once I feel your guard is down and it�s right, I�ll break out the real nice power material. Start looking for the KO, and whatnot. If this fails, and I don�t suspect it will, some brawling, to get you bloody and out of coordination. After that, I�ll go back to wearing you down, then will come the Demon Plunge. After that the questions in your mind will be gone. Everything you were focusing on, worried about, it will all be gone. All that will be left in your life is pain, as you are pinned by me, and realize you have been just yet another step on the staircase to glory that I began last week with the UNSPEAKABLE things I did to Amazing N8, placing him on injured reserve for the time being!

((Shadow chuckles deeply, and continues talking through obvious amusement.))

So there you have it, I trust you have been entertained with the wonderful way I intend to capitalize on Finley James and continue riding to the top. So, good night, and oh... sorry, if you�re wondering just when during this cake walk of a match I decide to utilize the wood and wire involved... the answer is clear. Every last friggin second of it! Bell ring to bell ring and beyond, I will make James regret he stepped into that kind of a match with me. And you can take that to the bank.

((The fans stare on with even more shock and anger as the red smoke blasts up again from the roof, thins out, and shows Shadow is gone. They look around for signs of him, and then shrug it off as a nice trick. They return to advancing in line for their new tickets. The cameraman shuts the camera off...))

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