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Date Posted: 12:33:50 04/27/01 Fri
Author: Shadow
Subject: Tomorrow Night, Finley James, (Getting PERSONAL with the owners...)

((The lights in the arena click on, showing the camera angle over all of the building. The seats are empty, and three or four janitors sweep up trash in the aisles all over the 30,000 seat building. The show tomorrow will be great, and the hWf has taken all the steps to be sure of this. As the camera scans where the crowd will be seated in twenty-four hours, a voice is heard from down below. Like a special effect, the camera swoops down to the entranceway. The lights flicker violently, as Shadow fades into existence in front of the view of the camera. Shadow is dressed in his wrestling gear now. This consists of black wrestling tights, red wrestling boots with white fire stripes, and a black tank-top. He stretches his arms out and bows, before continuing speaking the same sentence he just uttered to get the camera�s attention.))

What a horrendous disappointment.

((Shadow smiles and looks down, before snapping his head back up manically and starting to talk again.))

Such a shame, such a disappointment that I should have to be so wise, so intelligent. Quite disturbing that I must wait two weeks to face Finley James, and then to realize that, thanks to a quick phone call from an obnoxious fan, I am not the one the fans want to win! Dear, dear, dear... this disturbs me greatly. These fans, the ones that shall come watch me wrestle, beat the crap out of Finley James, and thus pay for my dinner and drinks afterwards, actually want me to lose! It makes no sense to me really, why would you come and watch me and Finley James fight, and pull for the obvious loser? Perhaps it is the duality of man... perhaps it is a reflection of the futility they see in life, in their future... it could be many things, really.

The scariest of these, is truly the thought that has been on my mind since the first harassment I received. It has been lingering in my head like a bad dream, and festering in me like a disease. That is, the thought that... these people might actually think Finley James will beat me! I know, it sounds as silly to all of you as it does to me, but some people MIGHT actually think that! Okay, okay, in all seriousness, stranger thinks will have happened. But, let�s think things out here, folks, let�s not put our money down before we know what the horse looks like! Last week, I beat Amazing N8, the man some of you predicted to be a World Champion. Heard anything from him recently? He still nursing that injury? Frankly, I could not care less. He could be burnt out in a gutter right now for all I care. He stood in my way, he had the... AUDACITY to assume that he could win against me! Not only was that the silliest idea ANYONE has EVER had, it was also a personal insult to me, a slap in the face. So how did I respond? I iced him like so much warm beer. Doesn�t disturb my sleep one bit, he was a road block, an obstacle towards my future Championship.

((Shadow grins, and now begins a very slow walk to the ring as he continues talking.))

James poses the same sort of obstacle I faced two weeks ago. So, Finley James, if I were you, I would try to keep your mouth shut. Sure, I�ve already let you know what you have probably known all your career, you are a great wrestler. But, I�m about to tell you something you have only known since you saw the look in my eyes, since you first saw me wrestle... you are no match for me. You, Finley James, cannot beat me tomorrow night. You cannot beat me ever. And right now, I am doing for all of you watching at home, the exact same thing I did last week. I GUARANTEE my victory tomorrow night, over Finley James. My word shall never be suspect, and the last event, I kept my very first promise to all you fans. Tomorrow night... I hold up good on this promise as well. And as you all know, you can take those words to the bank, and create an account, so you can buy your illiterate little crack-baby children some shoes!

((Shadow smiles again, and climbs into the ring ropes. He paces around a bit before continuing to talk.))

You know, there is a man I know, who brags that he has won fourteen world titles around the globe. I say, the number does not matter, because the more world titles you have won, that means you have also LOST that many world titles. That reflects ill on your consistence and ability. Therefore, I will speak the truth to you all, and brag a bit in the same sentence. You ready to have your mind blown? In EVERY federation... I have been in... that lasted at least a month... I have won a world title. Damned skippy. In my seven years in the pros, I have been in eight federations. Eight world titles in my wrestling time. Now I will be DAMNED if I walk out of here without making that number: nine. Therefore, I suggest we begin that little selection of contenders for the World Title. No rush, just making sure we are getting the ball rolling up there in the press boxes. Making sure hiz nibs around here ARE doing more than screwing up my paycheck and spelling my name wrong. Making sure they can do more than reschedule events because they don�t like the hype we put up for it. But I won�t get on that right now, that�s for later. That�s for when I finally get the chance to get a message across to the founders of this place... we�ll save that. For now, I suggest all of you go get some sleep... rest up... relax... prepare to have the man you have poured your heart, soul, faith, money into... beaten back to hell. Think about that, won�t you? I will say it one final time before I let things be... Finley James... if you have any sense... go bowling tomorrow night. Because if you enter the ring with me, the only strikes there will be is my hand striking your face, and your ass striking the mat! The Demon Plunge awaits, boy...

((Shadow grins even deeper now, and makes a waving motion. In a flash of emerald green light, Shadow is gone. The janitors seem confused as hell, but uncaring. That�s wrestlers for you...))

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