Post by Gage on Jan 17, 2006 16:45:13 GMT -5
~Walking into the men's locker room is a very sweaty, Gage Creed. Gage lifts his hand up to his mouth, ripping the velcro from his MMA glove. Gage tosses it into his locker, as he pulls off his other glove. He turns and smiles.~
Gage: Ever since I was contacted about coming back to Valor for the Ultimate Battle Royal, all I have been able to do is think and train. I need to be ready to step into the ring filled with 39 other superstars. Some are people I am pretty damn familiar with. Others are people I have only read about or seen on television.
~Gage leans back against his locker.~
Gage: It has been my birthright to be the world heavyweight champion. The son of a Canadian legend, a Canadian hero that I might add. I will take my rightful place at Wrestlefest. I don't care who you are or what you have done. I have scratched and clawed my way through this sport, never getting the proper accolade. I have never been shown my proper due. Now this opportunity has presented itself and I will do whatever it takes to make sure that I emerge the winner. To ensure I forge my way to the main event and get that world title shot.
~Gage grabs a towel out of his locker and swings it over his shoulder.~
Gage: I have prepared myself, mentally and physically. I have trained in the gym, each and every day. Hours, upon hours. I have not let up. I know that 39 of the best in the world will join me in the ring. I know that skill will not be the only thing that takes me to that world title match. My intelligence will be the one thing that swings the advantage to me. Cruel calculation will be my saving grace. I don't care if I enter number 1 or number 40 or any number in between. My cardio is at its finest. Nothing can stop me from gaining the one thing that has eluded me. The one thing that I have been passed over my entire career. Nothing. I will go through 39 others and I will become the next Valor world champion. BANK ON IT!!!
~Gage slams the door to his locker shut and then heads for the showers. Gage starts to whistle a happy tune, as he is confident and ready. The camera fades out.~
Gage: Ever since I was contacted about coming back to Valor for the Ultimate Battle Royal, all I have been able to do is think and train. I need to be ready to step into the ring filled with 39 other superstars. Some are people I am pretty damn familiar with. Others are people I have only read about or seen on television.
~Gage leans back against his locker.~
Gage: It has been my birthright to be the world heavyweight champion. The son of a Canadian legend, a Canadian hero that I might add. I will take my rightful place at Wrestlefest. I don't care who you are or what you have done. I have scratched and clawed my way through this sport, never getting the proper accolade. I have never been shown my proper due. Now this opportunity has presented itself and I will do whatever it takes to make sure that I emerge the winner. To ensure I forge my way to the main event and get that world title shot.
~Gage grabs a towel out of his locker and swings it over his shoulder.~
Gage: I have prepared myself, mentally and physically. I have trained in the gym, each and every day. Hours, upon hours. I have not let up. I know that 39 of the best in the world will join me in the ring. I know that skill will not be the only thing that takes me to that world title match. My intelligence will be the one thing that swings the advantage to me. Cruel calculation will be my saving grace. I don't care if I enter number 1 or number 40 or any number in between. My cardio is at its finest. Nothing can stop me from gaining the one thing that has eluded me. The one thing that I have been passed over my entire career. Nothing. I will go through 39 others and I will become the next Valor world champion. BANK ON IT!!!
~Gage slams the door to his locker shut and then heads for the showers. Gage starts to whistle a happy tune, as he is confident and ready. The camera fades out.~
