Post by Quickenbosh on Oct 27, 2005 17:41:04 GMT -5
[Fade In]
[Its a bitter cold day. Most of the birds have flown south for the winter in West Mars, Pa. Only a few brave souls remain, nestled in this small town on the west side of Pa. Seated on an old wooden bench, in Memorial Park, is Shane Quickenbosh. In his hand is a small bag of popcorn. Shane sprinkles a few kernels into the grass for his fine feathered friends.]
Quickenbosh:
BRRRRR!!! The weatherman said it was going to dip into the low 30's tonight. That is what they mean by a bitter cold. My breath doesn't just escape my lips, but it actually freezes in my sight. And now there are just a few birds pecking about the park. I won't see my friends for several months. Not until the last snowfall is a distant memory and the sun begins to warm up. Sometimes it actually makes me wonder why birds even come back from down south. Consider, the climate works great down there all year round. And since just about all their friends and family are already there, what is the real need to make that flight all the way back up this way?
[Shane sprinkles a few more kernels next the ones that are already laying on the ground.]
Quickenbosh:
This Sunday, I will have to make my own flight. I too, will leave the bitter of cold of West Mars. But I will fly west, not south. My flight takes me to Tempe Arizona and Sun Devil Stadium. This is the site of Halloween Horrors. This is the site for a rematch between myself and Will Dinero, the self proclaimed "Money Man." Dinero, all the money in the world isn't going to help you this Sunday. Your quest to prove you are best junior heavyweight is a quest with an ill result. You and I have met several times in past. We have traded victories, back and forth. But the past is the past. Those were wrestling companies of the past. Valor is the wrestling company of the present and of the future. A whole new history is being written and chapter one was just completed last month at Valor Before Glory. VBG, ended with my arm being raised in victory and your shoulders being pinned to the mat. The score is now 1-0. Now the big rematch, Halloween Horrors. Will Dinero, attempts to even the score. Will, what went from a friendly rivalry, marveled by respect is turning into a bitter feud. And I really don't know why? I don't know where that blood hunger comes from. Why you feel that I am such a big obstacle in your pursuit to become the very best?
Quickenbosh:
They call this match "Spin The Wheel, Make The Deal." Neither one of us really knows what type of encounter we are going to have. It could be a submission match. It could be a steel cage. Maybe you and I will face off in a one on one, Cage Of Horrors. I really don't know. What I do know, is whatever that match is going to be, I am gonna be ready. I'll be ready for whatever, that wheel turns up. And I will be ready for whatever you throw out. You and I have met so many times in that ring, that we know one another better than the back of our own hands. Your desire to become the best has consumed you. Consumed your whole life with hate. Hate for me. Or maybe it is hate for yourself? Whatever the case, Will. I think that hate will only grow, after this Sunday. Because once the wheel stops and the match begins. I plan on taking you to the limit. And I plan on making the series 2-0, in favor of Shane Quickenbosh. Just remember, Will...........lightning has a habit of striking.........when you least expect it.
[Shane dusts his hands off, as he begins to walk down the brick path. He heads for his car, deep in thought over his match this Sunday. He tries to keep it on in perspective, as a few fans walk up to him, asking for his autograph. Shane obliges.]
[Fade Out.]
[Its a bitter cold day. Most of the birds have flown south for the winter in West Mars, Pa. Only a few brave souls remain, nestled in this small town on the west side of Pa. Seated on an old wooden bench, in Memorial Park, is Shane Quickenbosh. In his hand is a small bag of popcorn. Shane sprinkles a few kernels into the grass for his fine feathered friends.]
Quickenbosh:
BRRRRR!!! The weatherman said it was going to dip into the low 30's tonight. That is what they mean by a bitter cold. My breath doesn't just escape my lips, but it actually freezes in my sight. And now there are just a few birds pecking about the park. I won't see my friends for several months. Not until the last snowfall is a distant memory and the sun begins to warm up. Sometimes it actually makes me wonder why birds even come back from down south. Consider, the climate works great down there all year round. And since just about all their friends and family are already there, what is the real need to make that flight all the way back up this way?
[Shane sprinkles a few more kernels next the ones that are already laying on the ground.]
Quickenbosh:
This Sunday, I will have to make my own flight. I too, will leave the bitter of cold of West Mars. But I will fly west, not south. My flight takes me to Tempe Arizona and Sun Devil Stadium. This is the site of Halloween Horrors. This is the site for a rematch between myself and Will Dinero, the self proclaimed "Money Man." Dinero, all the money in the world isn't going to help you this Sunday. Your quest to prove you are best junior heavyweight is a quest with an ill result. You and I have met several times in past. We have traded victories, back and forth. But the past is the past. Those were wrestling companies of the past. Valor is the wrestling company of the present and of the future. A whole new history is being written and chapter one was just completed last month at Valor Before Glory. VBG, ended with my arm being raised in victory and your shoulders being pinned to the mat. The score is now 1-0. Now the big rematch, Halloween Horrors. Will Dinero, attempts to even the score. Will, what went from a friendly rivalry, marveled by respect is turning into a bitter feud. And I really don't know why? I don't know where that blood hunger comes from. Why you feel that I am such a big obstacle in your pursuit to become the very best?
Quickenbosh:
They call this match "Spin The Wheel, Make The Deal." Neither one of us really knows what type of encounter we are going to have. It could be a submission match. It could be a steel cage. Maybe you and I will face off in a one on one, Cage Of Horrors. I really don't know. What I do know, is whatever that match is going to be, I am gonna be ready. I'll be ready for whatever, that wheel turns up. And I will be ready for whatever you throw out. You and I have met so many times in that ring, that we know one another better than the back of our own hands. Your desire to become the best has consumed you. Consumed your whole life with hate. Hate for me. Or maybe it is hate for yourself? Whatever the case, Will. I think that hate will only grow, after this Sunday. Because once the wheel stops and the match begins. I plan on taking you to the limit. And I plan on making the series 2-0, in favor of Shane Quickenbosh. Just remember, Will...........lightning has a habit of striking.........when you least expect it.
[Shane dusts his hands off, as he begins to walk down the brick path. He heads for his car, deep in thought over his match this Sunday. He tries to keep it on in perspective, as a few fans walk up to him, asking for his autograph. Shane obliges.]
[Fade Out.]
