How shall we start off today? Dark bar? Lively restaurant? Independet federation show? Hurm. Hard choice. I think I'll go with a different one...
"The Shadow" Andre Eian is a tall man, built and hansome (not that I'm an expert). In his current state of being, he is wearing black jeans and a black T-Shirt. His dark hair is pulled back in a ponytail. He is wearing a leather jacket. He looks to the camera while he places his keys in his pocket. The setting seems to be a nice suburban home in Anytown, USA. He smiles at the camera.
[font color=red]Ah, good. The WFW crew showed up. No interviewer? Do I have to do this on my own?[/font]
The camera bobs up and down in reply.
[font color=red]Alright, then. Come with me.[/font]
He steps out of his door, closes it, and locks it. He walks toward his garage, which is 20 or 30 feet behind his house. He pushes a button on his keychain, and the door opens. Inside the 2 car garage sits a black Toyota Supra, and a mystery car covered with a white cover. He presses yet another button, and the Supra beeps and flashes. He motions to the passenger side, and steps into the car. The camera follows, seating itself (or himself) in the passenger seat.
[font color=red]I'm sorry for the lack of space. Supra's are for speed and looks, not passengers.[/font]
He pops the key into the ignition and throws the car into reverse. He bcks out of the driveway, hitting the Garage Close button on the remote above his head. He turns onto the street, and they're off.
[font color=red]So, you're probably all wondering who I am. Well, I doubt you've heard of me, though I have been around for a while. I was in WAR in Japan, which is probably what you're most likely to remember me from. Good company, though they did tend to stray into the hardcore and garbage section of things. I had to carry around a barbed wire bat for a while just for protection.[/font]
He chuckles at his reccolection.
[font color=red]But I digress. We are here to talk about the WFW, aren't we? Well, I certainly am glad to be here. Too many times have I been in worthless garbae federation, where the goal is not to wrestle, but to survive. The WFW seems to be a nice change of pace. With my technical training background, I do beleive I should do fine here. But once again, I digress. I am slated to fight "Middle Management" Mike McGee in a few weeks at the Curt "Mr. Perfect" Hennig Memorial show in New York, New York. To tell you the truth, I don't know what to expect. I have neither seen, nor heard of, Mike McGee, so I don't know how to prepare. Why don't you show me, Mikey boy. I'm curious to see what I'll be up against. Though I'm sure I can handle you, I still want to see how badly I'll beat you. Now, don't mistake my confidence for cockyness. I am all business in the ring, as you should be, as well. Though I guess we'll see.[/font]
He pauses at a red light.
[font color=red]So, you must be equally curious about myself. Well, not too many people do know me. It is often a rare pleasure for people to get inside my head, as it is usually locked from outside interference, so to speak. In general, I am your typical orthodox wrestler, mixed with the typical technical background and stormy childhood. Nothing too out-of-the-ordinary, really. So, Mikey boy, expect a challenge, in the least.[/font]
Silence...
[font color=red]Well, in all honesty, that is all I have to say. Since this federation is new, I have nothing to comment upon the other wrestlers, so I'll leave it at that. I'll drop you off..[/font]
Before the cameraman can react, his door pops open, and Eian pushes the camera, topling the cameraman head over heels out of the car onto the curb. "The Shadow" laughs as he steps on the gas, and the car shoots up the street...
[font color=red] -| Ferdig |-[/font]