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Date Posted: 17:18:24 04/30/01 Mon
Author: Shadow
Subject: The rise continues! (Orion, Finley James, a suggestion to the staff)

((The camera switches on to a dark room. We can tell the cameraman is scanning the room by the way the shadows dance over the camera lens. The silence is eerie, but is quickly broken by the deep, but charming voice, of none other than Shadow. The voice comes from seemingly total darkness, but pierces the minds of the listeners. It speaks...))

Two... zero. I know what you’re thinking. This guy just cares about wins and losses. Well that is crap. When I say two... and zero... I think of the promises I’ve made since I’ve joined this federation, compared to the promises I’ve broken. I promised you frigging morons I would beat the hell out of Amazing N8 three weeks ago, and I did. I promised you with all my heart, against all odds and all hearts, I would beat Finley James last Saturday, and I followed through on this too. No problem there. This week, I will make another promise, and it will be the big one. The promise to defeat all words given by all men in the world... I will speak of that later, now... I move on to other, much more enjoyable and relaxing issues.

((Shadow now fades into existence, amongst the darkness. He wears a grin on his face. The light that has come seems to be the headlights from a passing car. So we are viewing a scene outside... at night... it’s an alley. Brick walls of close-together buildings, aluminum trash cans line the walls, the occasional car comes by again, illuminating the scene. But it’s rare. Shadow cackles deeply, and continues talking further.))

Finley James... Saturday, you put up a hell of a fight. Man, I am still bleeding underneath the bandages. I peeled one of the bigger ones off earlier, the huge gash on my chest, and now I need a quarter to go visit the Laundromat and wash the blood off of them. Not a bad fight, not a bad fight at all. You showed me just how right we both were when we admitted you were a hell of an athlete. However right we both were on that account, we were both monstrously right when it came down to Shadow being a formidable opponent. I made the promise, and I kept it. You doubted me and my skills, I think that will not be a mistake you make in the future. And trust me, if you are thinking what I’m thinking, there WILL be a future between us. I know you fear nothing as I do, and I’m sure a rematch is what you want as much as I do. Nice fight man, it really was, but as I said before, it is my destiny to win, and I wasn’t about to stop for you last Saturday. You’re just didn’t have the goods to get the pinfall when the time came to deliver.

But enough gloating, despite how much I enjoy it. Oh... how I enjoy it. But no, now is the time for something unrelated to gloating. Gloating builds pride, I won’t be the first to say I have quite enough of that at this moment in time. Right now, I want to issue a challenge for this week. Title matches are on the visible horizon, and I want to make sure I am prepared to have earned my spot for the World Championship bout. To insure myself, the federation heads, and the world of this, this week I extend the righteous hand of my fate towards you... Orion. Yes, cower in fear as I speak your name to be my personal selection for the next opponent to stand in my way. Or... something. Lookiehere, why don’t I just go ahead and say, you showed good fortitude in the interview trashing Lightning. You showed you don’t take the crap of pushy little wannabes, and you also showed you’re looking for a challenging opponent with guts enough to face you. I got a quick clue for you, that’s NOT Lightning. That’s me. Face me, Orion. While you showed all the respectability in the world last time you spoke, you also showed that you are an insufferable little twit, and one of those goody-little-two-shoes while you were at it! Therefore, I challenge you, in an attempt to round up a decent fight for both of us this week, and make sure hiz nibs know we’re seriously ready to get all our shots at the Championships.

Hell, I know they know that I’m ready. No mystery there, I bug them night and day about when we’re going to cut the crap and fill some championship slots. They know I’m ansy. However, what they don’t know is that I am so filled with rage and anticipation that I’d fight my own dog for his golden collar right now. I need just a little taste here guys... just a taste of the championship glory that will come to me soon. So what I suggest for this week is very simple. A solution to all the schedule problems and a way to begin deciding who is to get a shot at a belt, and who is to kiss our asses and get sent packing. This week... this coming Saturday... in front of a sold-out crowd of mindless little rednecks, a bit of a narrowing-down of the ranks rallying for the World Championship. I suggest a battle royal, after all the other matches, containing every wrestler who wants a shot at my... the! The... World Championship. Sorry about that...

((Shadow coughs, concealing a smirk. He continues to catch his bating breath, and speak further.))

I already know some of you would be more than willing to participate in such a match. I know that the head guys around here are wanting to sign something along those lines. So let’s just say I solved numerous problems and kinks by bringing that up and getting it out there. All of you let me know what you think about it. That includes you brain-dead, mouth-breathers we call fans.

Now... back to you, Orion. I have given you your credit, I have verbally berated you. You know where I stand, all that remains for you is to say either: “Yes, I’ll fight you.” or “No I won’t.” Now here’s a promise, but it’s not THE promise I said I would give. This promise is to you, Orion, it’s a promise that if you don’t want to fight me, for whatever reason there may be, I will not make you look like an ass because of it. Think I’m too good, not good enough, too strange, not the right guy to wrestle, fine. Say so. I’ll drop the subject and set my sights on another victim on which to prey. Believe me, you would not be the first to back out on a match with someone like me, someone who is determined and set out to win the World Championship. You won’t be the last...

((Shadow smiles and nods as the camera fades out. He waves his arms in a cryptic motion, and the light that had been previously illuminating the scene is now gone. The camera switches off.))

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