Post by tibbs on Oct 29, 2005 18:04:02 GMT -5
[Fade in]
The cameraman walks down the hallways of Sun Devil Stadium in Tempe, AZ with locker rooms to either side. Several of the Valor employees walk past him, some offering a quick glance, while others ignore him completely. Coming up to one locker room imparticular, he turns and walks in-- he jumps at the sight of The Man. He is only sitting on a bench, white towel covering his broad shoulders. He is not making any threatening moves... but his eyes. The look of intensity is overbearing, as though he saw the camera before he walked around the door.
"Uh, Mr. Tibbs?" The cameraman asks "Any coments before your match?"
He looks as though he won't answer, but just as the cameraman tenses to leave, Tibbs smiles. However, a smile on the face of The Manis typically not a plesant sight. Now is no exception.
"It's a little late to get serious about your match Saku." Tibbs says in a cold, steady voice "Now you're looking at toughening-up for our match. I'd hate for you to have an excuse for losing."
Tibbs cocks his head to the right and smiles again.
"ZMaster's team is finally taking me seriously." He mulls the thought over. "At first each member thought of me as a simple obstacle. Why the sudden change of heart? Were you worried that I don't about who I hurt or takeout? Is it that you were concerned that I wasn't getting enough recognition on Bailey's Brigade; that I was looked at as a pawn in his game? As for being used, you're all wrong boys. I know what it takes to reach for the top and how to be ready for each and every opponent that I face. The Impact Players and I have a pact, a contractual agreement of sorts. I can wait for my chance at the gold, so all of your comments and attempts to make me sway my decisions have no merit in my book. I have seen what you can do, and I've heard what all of you've said you were going to do. With that, if I have to, I will make sure that we come out on top Sunday."
The Man wipes beads of water off his chisled face.
"On a further note, in this match of vengance, I get the opportunity to redeem myself against two men who've handed me losses; Eric Hardcastle and Saku. I seem to have under estimated the both of you, never again. I do that sometimes. I never counted on your ego being backed up by any true talent. I made the mistake of allowing the both of you to get a win over me. I allowed my ego to get in my way, and that's something that will not happen again. It's very seldom that I get taught the lesson in a match, but I learned something within the last month that I will never forget."
We now hear that a laugh from Tibbs can be almost a scary as his stare.
"You want to get eye-to-eye and face-to-face with me again? Go ahead, boys; it'll give me time to ram my head into yours and beat the hope of winning out of you. You have no chance now that I'm fully focused. The Impact Players and I will not fail. We do not run from a challenge, but we do use our brains. Halloween Horrors will no longer be about intelligence...it will only be about bloodlust and pain. Those are two things that I am very familiar with. Tomorrow, I go into the Cage of Horrors with the edge needed to push us to the top. I don't need any special strategy or plans...I just need bodies to break and spirits to destroy. Sunday will be a True Reality Check for Z's Army. They will learn their places in this company, and they will accept their role. Right now they don't feel that way, so it will be my job to beat some sense into them...in a steel cage."
Tibbs stands up and punches his left palm with this right fist.
"You may try to intimidate us in the ring; but once that cage door closes, you will know the true meaning of fear because that's when the lesson begins."
[Fade to Black]
The cameraman walks down the hallways of Sun Devil Stadium in Tempe, AZ with locker rooms to either side. Several of the Valor employees walk past him, some offering a quick glance, while others ignore him completely. Coming up to one locker room imparticular, he turns and walks in-- he jumps at the sight of The Man. He is only sitting on a bench, white towel covering his broad shoulders. He is not making any threatening moves... but his eyes. The look of intensity is overbearing, as though he saw the camera before he walked around the door.
"Uh, Mr. Tibbs?" The cameraman asks "Any coments before your match?"
He looks as though he won't answer, but just as the cameraman tenses to leave, Tibbs smiles. However, a smile on the face of The Manis typically not a plesant sight. Now is no exception.
"It's a little late to get serious about your match Saku." Tibbs says in a cold, steady voice "Now you're looking at toughening-up for our match. I'd hate for you to have an excuse for losing."
Tibbs cocks his head to the right and smiles again.
"ZMaster's team is finally taking me seriously." He mulls the thought over. "At first each member thought of me as a simple obstacle. Why the sudden change of heart? Were you worried that I don't about who I hurt or takeout? Is it that you were concerned that I wasn't getting enough recognition on Bailey's Brigade; that I was looked at as a pawn in his game? As for being used, you're all wrong boys. I know what it takes to reach for the top and how to be ready for each and every opponent that I face. The Impact Players and I have a pact, a contractual agreement of sorts. I can wait for my chance at the gold, so all of your comments and attempts to make me sway my decisions have no merit in my book. I have seen what you can do, and I've heard what all of you've said you were going to do. With that, if I have to, I will make sure that we come out on top Sunday."
The Man wipes beads of water off his chisled face.
"On a further note, in this match of vengance, I get the opportunity to redeem myself against two men who've handed me losses; Eric Hardcastle and Saku. I seem to have under estimated the both of you, never again. I do that sometimes. I never counted on your ego being backed up by any true talent. I made the mistake of allowing the both of you to get a win over me. I allowed my ego to get in my way, and that's something that will not happen again. It's very seldom that I get taught the lesson in a match, but I learned something within the last month that I will never forget."
We now hear that a laugh from Tibbs can be almost a scary as his stare.
"You want to get eye-to-eye and face-to-face with me again? Go ahead, boys; it'll give me time to ram my head into yours and beat the hope of winning out of you. You have no chance now that I'm fully focused. The Impact Players and I will not fail. We do not run from a challenge, but we do use our brains. Halloween Horrors will no longer be about intelligence...it will only be about bloodlust and pain. Those are two things that I am very familiar with. Tomorrow, I go into the Cage of Horrors with the edge needed to push us to the top. I don't need any special strategy or plans...I just need bodies to break and spirits to destroy. Sunday will be a True Reality Check for Z's Army. They will learn their places in this company, and they will accept their role. Right now they don't feel that way, so it will be my job to beat some sense into them...in a steel cage."
Tibbs stands up and punches his left palm with this right fist.
"You may try to intimidate us in the ring; but once that cage door closes, you will know the true meaning of fear because that's when the lesson begins."
[Fade to Black]
