Post by F1 on Feb 8, 2008 20:34:28 GMT -5
A Ducati 999 pulls up to the front of the EUW building and the man parks in a spot near the loading area. He removes his helmet, revealing the newly signed Mauricio Valdez. The hangs his helmet on the right handle of the bike and gets off clothed in all Armani attire. He places the keys in his pocket and removes the Armani frames that are hanging from his shirt and places them on his face, he takes off walking toward the building, entering through the loading bay. Mauricio enters through a doorway near the back of this area, he enters the main EUW building and looks around quite pleased.
Mauricio looks around for a moment and finds a sign on the wall and he heads off towards the tech room, hoping to cut a short promo before leaving today. As he walks through the hallway he sees many doors, yet the place seems to be empty right now, clean, but empty. Mauricio finally reaches his destination and enters, to his luck there’s a camera set up and a remote next to it with a red button that says record. Mauricio shrugs and then positions himself in front of the camera, presses and then presses the button.
Mauricio Valdez: EUW, a new place for me. I haven’t been in America all that long but I have grown to like many of the people as well as the surroundings. I’ve learned that there are many people willing to lend a helping hand here but also a fair share of pricks, but I’ve managed to be fortunate and this increased greatly as Warrior supplied me with a contract one night after a fighting exhibition.
Now this may be a new experience for me, but I’m all for it…I mean that’s what America was and so far I like it, so hopefully this turns out the same way. The only thing I can really say is that I’ll have some adjusting to do, but it’s nothing not worthwhile. I’m well aware that there is a lot of talent her in EUW so that gives me more the reason and motivation to make my name known throughout the roster.
But I’m not the kind of person who says they’re going to be the best, who says they’re going to kick everyones ass. I don’t run my mouth, I just get to the point with no B.S. I don’t believe in hype, I believe actions speak louder than words so basically, I’m saying I can’t prove myself until my first match which I hope turns out great, but until then I leave all you fans and superstars of EUW with the thought of the new “foreign exchange student.” So until next time I look forward to getting into action and hello EUW.
Mauricio clicks the record button again as he finishes and then replaces the remote into its previous position. He walks out of the room with an obvious swag and he makes his way back towards the loading bay. As he makes his way back from where he came from he takes a glance into the open door of the gym and there are a couple of superstars in there in which he nods out of respect but gets nothing in return.
He just shrugs it off and eventually exits the building and is in the loading bay and is about crushed as a truck backs in improperly and just about runs him over. But he moves out of the way and then waits for the truck to stop moving. Mauricio shakes his head and chuckles and then jogs out of the bay and hops onto his bike. He removes the shades from his face and takes a long last glace at the big letters on the side of the arena reading “EUW”. He sighs and then puts his frames on the front of his shirt and puts his helmet back on and rides off, away from the arena.
Mauricio looks around for a moment and finds a sign on the wall and he heads off towards the tech room, hoping to cut a short promo before leaving today. As he walks through the hallway he sees many doors, yet the place seems to be empty right now, clean, but empty. Mauricio finally reaches his destination and enters, to his luck there’s a camera set up and a remote next to it with a red button that says record. Mauricio shrugs and then positions himself in front of the camera, presses and then presses the button.
Mauricio Valdez: EUW, a new place for me. I haven’t been in America all that long but I have grown to like many of the people as well as the surroundings. I’ve learned that there are many people willing to lend a helping hand here but also a fair share of pricks, but I’ve managed to be fortunate and this increased greatly as Warrior supplied me with a contract one night after a fighting exhibition.
Now this may be a new experience for me, but I’m all for it…I mean that’s what America was and so far I like it, so hopefully this turns out the same way. The only thing I can really say is that I’ll have some adjusting to do, but it’s nothing not worthwhile. I’m well aware that there is a lot of talent her in EUW so that gives me more the reason and motivation to make my name known throughout the roster.
But I’m not the kind of person who says they’re going to be the best, who says they’re going to kick everyones ass. I don’t run my mouth, I just get to the point with no B.S. I don’t believe in hype, I believe actions speak louder than words so basically, I’m saying I can’t prove myself until my first match which I hope turns out great, but until then I leave all you fans and superstars of EUW with the thought of the new “foreign exchange student.” So until next time I look forward to getting into action and hello EUW.
Mauricio clicks the record button again as he finishes and then replaces the remote into its previous position. He walks out of the room with an obvious swag and he makes his way back towards the loading bay. As he makes his way back from where he came from he takes a glance into the open door of the gym and there are a couple of superstars in there in which he nods out of respect but gets nothing in return.
He just shrugs it off and eventually exits the building and is in the loading bay and is about crushed as a truck backs in improperly and just about runs him over. But he moves out of the way and then waits for the truck to stop moving. Mauricio shakes his head and chuckles and then jogs out of the bay and hops onto his bike. He removes the shades from his face and takes a long last glace at the big letters on the side of the arena reading “EUW”. He sighs and then puts his frames on the front of his shirt and puts his helmet back on and rides off, away from the arena.