~~ Shaman stands grunting as he is squatting a large amount of weight upon his shoulders as he bends his knees and pushes back upwards as he continues to stare at a poster of Tracer Bullet. He continues his work out and then suddenly drops the weights and then drops down and begins doing push ups staring at the poster. The poster at the bottom says Trent Lebeaux not Tracer Bullet and he continues his hard work out. he stops at full extension of his push up.~~

Shaman: " The day is merely a week away Tracer. You and i face off for a coveted prize. A chance to go to the top and get something we both have been striving for. We both want to reach out and grasp the prize at the end of the rope. yet we seem just that little distance away don't we. We shall come to terms with the prize regardless whether i win or you lose. I have confidence in ym abilities as do you. I plan on coming at you full steam Tracer."

~~ Shaman begins doing more push ups. he pushes up from the floor and then drops back down slowly as he stares at the poster of Tracer Bullet. He then once again stops at full extension.~~

Shaman: " They underestimate me. Are you going to do that again Tracer? Will you underestimate my willingness to do what it takes. No matter what situation presents itself?"

~~ Shaman begins faster push ups and slows and stops as he rotates and sits on his bottom side as he rocks back and begins to do naval crunches looking at the poster as hebegins to swing his elbows to each knee like a boxer as he begins bring his knees to his elbows as well all the while staring and he then holds a crunch position.~~

Shaman: " No respect from the younger ones. No respect from the offices. Not even any respect from the veterans here. They think they are to good for us Tracer Bullet. What do you think. Do you think your too good or has all the losses lately finally beginning to take its toll. Yours and my singles records haven't been that great lately. Its time for me to step up the game a notch though. Will you step up your game Tracer Bullet? Will the old Tracer Bullet come out to play. This is nopt a simple brush me off match my friend. I intend to play hardball here and go for the win. I hope you do not think im taking this match lightly. Im taking this match very seriously."

~~ Shaman finishes his crunches and stands to his feet and picks up two 75 lbs dumb bells and begins to work them with each arm easily as he brings each one to his chest as he speaks.~~

Shaman: " The years are strange Tracer look at all of our opponents. We have faced some of the greatest opponents to ever walk the hallowed arenas in the WWA. Outlaw, Randy Cross, Todd Logan, Steihl, Magician, and Many many more. Ive beaten them you have beaten them and yet you still are here and as am i. I could have hung up the trunks a longtime ago, But 29 is way too young to quit yet. I am beginning to comeback into the game once again. Ive noticed your return to dominance Tracer. Are we going to quit or are we going to take it to these rooks and show them how things are done old school?"

~~ Shaman curls more as he stands dropping the dumb bells and he turns his attention to the mirror as he walks up to it and Tracer Bullets poster is seen clearly in the poster as Shaman sits and crosses his legs over and rests his hands upon his knees as he closes his eyes and begins some sort of meditation.~~

Shaman: " The mind must exercise as well as the soul Tracer Bullet. Ive exercised the body and now im concentrating on my task at hand. I hid behind my achievements and tried to dwell within them for so long Tracer. You know what made me who i was. It wasn't the crowd, It wasn't the upper management. It was me Tracer. The original person i was the one with the drive to emerge as a Champion one way or another. Now i ask myself why did i change from who i was. I was fooling myself into thinking i could play the game of the system. Im Shaman i don't play games i end them. When i was famine Tracer i was closer to the real me than i had ever been in a long time. Now the question is why have i returned to who i was meant to be now? Simple really i deserve to be myself and my beliefs. I am a warrior nobody can stop me and nothing ever will again. because when i faulter i will always look back and remember it was me who seemed to change my path for the greater good. I will always be Shaman and i will always be Native American. I will always be who i am going to be. Now and forever more."

~~ Shaman opens his eyes slowly to stare at the poster a bit and breaths in deep concentration. He then breaths in deep continuing the stare.~~

Shaman: " Envision things to come Tracer. See where your actions will take you. I am looking through the hour glass at you Tracer as the sand falls does the man as well. Your running out of time Tracer you better be prepared. The sands of time are against you. Are you preparing as much as i am. Do you hide behind the wall that im going to build for you. Will you come out to play. Will the real Tracer Bullet come out to play? One week is not that far away Tracer. You have had your time to prepare. Now its time to say your goodbyes and come to the ring that was built for you and i to do battle in."

~~ Shaman gets up and stands to his feet tearing the poster off the wall as he turns and walks away towards the door and raises one finger as he speaks one last time.~

Shaman: " One week Tracer it is not that far away! Redemption is at hand!"

~~ Shaman opens the door and shuts out the lights as the door shuts the camera fades to black.~~