Post by Quickenbosh on Nov 16, 2005 18:10:21 GMT -5
[Fade In]
[Boardwalk Hall is completely empty. All the fans have been cleared out for almost an entire week. The aisles have been cleaned and the vendors have restocked. The Semi Finas of the 2005 YLC Tournament take place in just a few days. The ring crew has already begun setting up the ring. Right now, no one is there, as they have taken a dinner break. The sound of leather clashing with concrete can be barely heard, as Shane Quickenbosh walks out from the dressing room. He takes a look around the empty arena, imagining this place packed in just a few nights. He smiles for a moment and then begins to walk towards the high rise seats. He walks up two sets of stairs and then to his right. He stops three seats in and sits down.]
Quickenbosh:
I am just one victory away from reaching the finals of this years YLC. One victory away from punching my ticket from the final four to the final two. Its been one incredible ride. Each match has only gotten more and more grueling. I haven't had one easy match. Each opponent has taken me right to the brink. They have pushed me to be better. In my first round match, I had to match submission mastery with Martin Paine. And my second round opponent was high flying artist in Tiger. Both men played to their strengths and went with what brought them to the dace. Me? Well, I went against the grain and did the opposite. Instead of using my strengths to combat my opponents, I used their weaknesses. I studied the tapes and did my research. So now you might be wondering why I would give my game plan up already?
[Shane scratches his temple.]
Quickenbosh:
Simple. I don't feel I am telling my opponent anything he doesn't already know. My opponent Havok may not have all the years of in ring experience that I have, but he does have heart.......and lots of it. Probably one of the men voted least likely to make it to the finals, he stands in the same shoes I wear. Only his story is that much more inconceviable. I mean, here's a guy living in a trailer and living a dream of becoming a professional wrestler. A man who has gone from nothing to being just one victory away from the finals of the YLC. From the finals of a tournament that started with sixteen of the best junior heavyweights on the planet. To win this trophy means more than just an accolade. It elevates you to a level of immortality. For the winner of the YLC proves beyond a shadow of a doubt, that he is the best junior heavyweight on the planet. That man has proven it by defeating the top sixteen junior heavyweights.
[Shane reaches into his coat pocket and removes a copy of the YLC brackets. He looks over the brackets and points to Will Dinero vs. Pohatu.]
Quickenbosh:
That was the number one seed in this tournament. Will Dinero was the safe bet to win it all and he's gone. Gone before the semi finals. This tournament was created to prove who is the best. And a guy like Pohatu was able to step up and rise above those odds to oust the number one seed. That's no easy task. Much like my opponent this Friday. Havok started this tournament as a number seven seed. He faced off against the number ten seed. Do you realize how close in talent ten and seven really were? Some could argue that the seedings could have been reversed, that's how close. And Havok, with the odds against him emerged victorious. I'm sure that went ignored. People probably just shurgged it off to pure lock and that he would definitely would not advance from there. Because everyone knew Saku, the number two seed was going to advance. But he didn't. Saku did not advance. Saku was upset by Arsenic. And Arsenic would then find his shoulders pinned to the mat by my opponent this week, Havok.
[Quickenbosh stands up and walks back into the aisle. He walks down the stairs and towards the dressing room area.]
Quickenbosh:
Havok you said that admire me. You look up to me. Funny thing is, I do the same to you. I admire what you have done in this tournament. And I wish you nothing but the best of luck. You want to steal the show this Friday? I feel the same way. May the best man win, Havok. May the best man win.
[Shane reaches the curtain and takes one final look over the empty arena. The excitement is bubbling over, as he prepares for the fight of his life. Quickenbosh ducks behind the curtain.]
[Fade Out]
[Boardwalk Hall is completely empty. All the fans have been cleared out for almost an entire week. The aisles have been cleaned and the vendors have restocked. The Semi Finas of the 2005 YLC Tournament take place in just a few days. The ring crew has already begun setting up the ring. Right now, no one is there, as they have taken a dinner break. The sound of leather clashing with concrete can be barely heard, as Shane Quickenbosh walks out from the dressing room. He takes a look around the empty arena, imagining this place packed in just a few nights. He smiles for a moment and then begins to walk towards the high rise seats. He walks up two sets of stairs and then to his right. He stops three seats in and sits down.]
Quickenbosh:
I am just one victory away from reaching the finals of this years YLC. One victory away from punching my ticket from the final four to the final two. Its been one incredible ride. Each match has only gotten more and more grueling. I haven't had one easy match. Each opponent has taken me right to the brink. They have pushed me to be better. In my first round match, I had to match submission mastery with Martin Paine. And my second round opponent was high flying artist in Tiger. Both men played to their strengths and went with what brought them to the dace. Me? Well, I went against the grain and did the opposite. Instead of using my strengths to combat my opponents, I used their weaknesses. I studied the tapes and did my research. So now you might be wondering why I would give my game plan up already?
[Shane scratches his temple.]
Quickenbosh:
Simple. I don't feel I am telling my opponent anything he doesn't already know. My opponent Havok may not have all the years of in ring experience that I have, but he does have heart.......and lots of it. Probably one of the men voted least likely to make it to the finals, he stands in the same shoes I wear. Only his story is that much more inconceviable. I mean, here's a guy living in a trailer and living a dream of becoming a professional wrestler. A man who has gone from nothing to being just one victory away from the finals of the YLC. From the finals of a tournament that started with sixteen of the best junior heavyweights on the planet. To win this trophy means more than just an accolade. It elevates you to a level of immortality. For the winner of the YLC proves beyond a shadow of a doubt, that he is the best junior heavyweight on the planet. That man has proven it by defeating the top sixteen junior heavyweights.
[Shane reaches into his coat pocket and removes a copy of the YLC brackets. He looks over the brackets and points to Will Dinero vs. Pohatu.]
Quickenbosh:
That was the number one seed in this tournament. Will Dinero was the safe bet to win it all and he's gone. Gone before the semi finals. This tournament was created to prove who is the best. And a guy like Pohatu was able to step up and rise above those odds to oust the number one seed. That's no easy task. Much like my opponent this Friday. Havok started this tournament as a number seven seed. He faced off against the number ten seed. Do you realize how close in talent ten and seven really were? Some could argue that the seedings could have been reversed, that's how close. And Havok, with the odds against him emerged victorious. I'm sure that went ignored. People probably just shurgged it off to pure lock and that he would definitely would not advance from there. Because everyone knew Saku, the number two seed was going to advance. But he didn't. Saku did not advance. Saku was upset by Arsenic. And Arsenic would then find his shoulders pinned to the mat by my opponent this week, Havok.
[Quickenbosh stands up and walks back into the aisle. He walks down the stairs and towards the dressing room area.]
Quickenbosh:
Havok you said that admire me. You look up to me. Funny thing is, I do the same to you. I admire what you have done in this tournament. And I wish you nothing but the best of luck. You want to steal the show this Friday? I feel the same way. May the best man win, Havok. May the best man win.
[Shane reaches the curtain and takes one final look over the empty arena. The excitement is bubbling over, as he prepares for the fight of his life. Quickenbosh ducks behind the curtain.]
[Fade Out]
