Post by Shelby Danes on Jan 2, 2008 5:36:35 GMT -5
The previous match ended, and the crowd was getting ready for a well-deserved bathroom break. Granted, the last few matches were downright spectacular, but there's always that match that's going to be less-than-stellar, and serve as an almost-action-packed fifteen minute "intermission." Shelby Steele, unfortunately, was scheduled to go up at this time, and she let out a sigh. "Well Shelby," she began, thinking to herself, "You got yourself the job, you just need to prove yourself to the people watching you...and that shouldn't be too hard." She smirked as she hit the area before the entrance ramp, waiting for her cue to start.
Shelby began nodding to herself, giving herself inspirational thoughts as her theme music began to build up, and finally get heavier. When the music finally came to it's almost-climax, Shelby ran her way past the entrance ways, looking at crowd she had left to play with. "Well, not exactly the number I was hoping, but hell, they're the lucky few."
She made her inside the ring, and asked for mic before allowing her theme music to finally fade out. "Hey, hey, hey!" she said through her mic, trying to attract fans' attention spans, "I know, I know, you just drank three whole bottles of Mountain Dew, so your urge to run your little ass up to the men's room is at it's climatic moment." She lifted her right index finger, "But wait! The line is probably HUGE right now. That's just what happens when everyone in the arena decides to head to the men's room at the same time. You're going to be waiting another ten minutes to finally relieve yourself anyways, so sit down gentlemen, and enjoy this next match, I can guarantee that it's going to be better than standing in line for ten minutes, staring at the awesome designs on the back of some fat guy's Metallica t-shirt."
Shelby then pauses, waiting for type of reaction, and gets fed with a holler from the stands, with a fan screaming, "Just who the hell are you?"
She turns in the direction, and looks in the general direction of where the reaction came from, "Who am I?" she asks the crazed fan, "Who the hell am I?" She turns his back towards him, and strokes her imaginary beard, "Well, I'm the person who's going to make you hold your pee in for another ten minutes, if that's the type of answer you're looking for. Hey, it's not my fault you had to down all that alcohol. If you're wincing in pain, because I'm keeping you from going pee, then by all means, wince in pain. As long as you're sitting there, watching this match, I'll be grateful, but moment you leave that seat..."
She turns her body back towards the man-in-question, "...I'm going to go down there, and personally escort you to the ladies room, where I'll make you squat to pee. Does that sound good?"
The guy shuts up, and Shelby gives him a smile, "That's my good little puppet, now!" She turns her way from the man for one last time, and allows herself to be immersed by the crowd of people watching, "The name's Shelby Steele, and I'm not the 'Excellence of Execution,' I'm not the next wonder of the world, and I'm not 'the People's Champion.' Instead, I'm that forgotten hero, who said a couple funny lines in order to get a pop from the crowd."
The crowd chuckles at her honesty, one fan even yells, "Hell yeah!"
Shelby immediately turns around, and points at who she assumes just gave his seal of approval, "Now that's what I'm talking about! Anyways, I'm here tonight for a wrestling match. I was hired to wrestle, just like everyone else inside that locker-room, but the question is, who backstage wants to give these remaining fans a match they'll never remember? Who backstage wants to have one of the best matches of their career? Who backstage wants to kick my ass all over this ring, and make a name for them self? One person? Two persons? Three?"
She brings the mic down, as she waits for answer from some unknown competitor.
Shelby began nodding to herself, giving herself inspirational thoughts as her theme music began to build up, and finally get heavier. When the music finally came to it's almost-climax, Shelby ran her way past the entrance ways, looking at crowd she had left to play with. "Well, not exactly the number I was hoping, but hell, they're the lucky few."
She made her inside the ring, and asked for mic before allowing her theme music to finally fade out. "Hey, hey, hey!" she said through her mic, trying to attract fans' attention spans, "I know, I know, you just drank three whole bottles of Mountain Dew, so your urge to run your little ass up to the men's room is at it's climatic moment." She lifted her right index finger, "But wait! The line is probably HUGE right now. That's just what happens when everyone in the arena decides to head to the men's room at the same time. You're going to be waiting another ten minutes to finally relieve yourself anyways, so sit down gentlemen, and enjoy this next match, I can guarantee that it's going to be better than standing in line for ten minutes, staring at the awesome designs on the back of some fat guy's Metallica t-shirt."
Shelby then pauses, waiting for type of reaction, and gets fed with a holler from the stands, with a fan screaming, "Just who the hell are you?"
She turns in the direction, and looks in the general direction of where the reaction came from, "Who am I?" she asks the crazed fan, "Who the hell am I?" She turns his back towards him, and strokes her imaginary beard, "Well, I'm the person who's going to make you hold your pee in for another ten minutes, if that's the type of answer you're looking for. Hey, it's not my fault you had to down all that alcohol. If you're wincing in pain, because I'm keeping you from going pee, then by all means, wince in pain. As long as you're sitting there, watching this match, I'll be grateful, but moment you leave that seat..."
She turns her body back towards the man-in-question, "...I'm going to go down there, and personally escort you to the ladies room, where I'll make you squat to pee. Does that sound good?"
The guy shuts up, and Shelby gives him a smile, "That's my good little puppet, now!" She turns her way from the man for one last time, and allows herself to be immersed by the crowd of people watching, "The name's Shelby Steele, and I'm not the 'Excellence of Execution,' I'm not the next wonder of the world, and I'm not 'the People's Champion.' Instead, I'm that forgotten hero, who said a couple funny lines in order to get a pop from the crowd."
The crowd chuckles at her honesty, one fan even yells, "Hell yeah!"
Shelby immediately turns around, and points at who she assumes just gave his seal of approval, "Now that's what I'm talking about! Anyways, I'm here tonight for a wrestling match. I was hired to wrestle, just like everyone else inside that locker-room, but the question is, who backstage wants to give these remaining fans a match they'll never remember? Who backstage wants to have one of the best matches of their career? Who backstage wants to kick my ass all over this ring, and make a name for them self? One person? Two persons? Three?"
She brings the mic down, as she waits for answer from some unknown competitor.
