Post by Dave Holland on Jun 11, 2007 21:09:58 GMT -5
*A simple description of today's scenario. Today we're in the middle of a forest. The leaves are bright green whilst the ground is a rich brown. The trees are varying shades depending on the species. The silver birch are silver while the great oaks are.... well.. oakey. What? Look you think you can do a better job narrating you go right on ahead. Okay? Okay.
The path is the rich coal colour of tarmac. Smooth and yet worn by the soles of many feet and the shoes thereon. There is the soft sound of rain pattering upon the leaves that shelter this pathway. The light filters through a pale green colour, distorting ever so slightly the tint of the scene.
A new sound can be heard. The sound is that of a runner. His feet hit the surface intermittently yet constantly. His pace doesn't quicken nor slow as he approaches the camera from behind. Also somehow we can hear his thoughts as he runs.*
Strength... Speed... Skill... Style... Strength... Speed... Skill... Style... I must become the embodiment of all these aspects. The strength to do unto others and never falter... The speed to overwhelm them before they could possibly react... The skill to counter anything they themselves throw at me... The style to make it all seem effortless. These are the tenets of the truly great... the effortlessly magnificent and the naturally talented. I am all these things and so much more. I am more than these mere mortals can comprehend. Mere mortals?... where the hell did that come from? That sounds like the biblical road.. a road I never want to go down... ever. Religion.. fine. Biblical.. hehe no.
*The man jogs into view but stops suddenly. He places his hands on his hips and raises his head to look up momentarily.*
Dammit.. Lost my train of thought. Hate it when that happens. Ah well nevermind I guess I should take a break. Running for three straight hours can't be healthy for anyone. Was that a camera I just ran past? Ah good. I should address some of those points he made to me. Or at least I assume they were to me.
Dave: Ok Ryan, here's the deal. If we're going to communicate to each other you have to open your god damn ears and actually pay attention to who you're fighting. I mean for the sake of all that's good and right your brother got it right not two minutes before you screwed it up.. and that's after you yourself got it right! The name's not Hollins... it's Holland. And it's Mr Holland to you. But you know what... I don't really care what you think or say anymore. As soon as you opened your mouth in that waste of air time you call a promo, I instantly could tell the kind of jackass I was dealing with. An arrogant son of a bitch who believes he's right and everyone else is wrong. No matter how much evidence is around to prove everyone elses case. You don't want my respect? Fine. I withdraw the statement. I just figured it'd be rude to walk into a place and say everyone wasn't worth the paper their contracts were signed on.
*Dave turns around to face the camera, having just spoken over his shoulder.*
Dave: But if you think me giving you credit gives you an in to my mind you are certainly wrong. I invented mind games, pal. You don't have any way in here. My abilities are without a doubt beyond you and yours. My mind and will are by far stronger than you. That was proven when you showed yourself losing your temper. That can be a great asset when harnessed and trained properly.. but if you're going to take out your anger on poor, innocent, defenceless, inanimate objects.... well... I guess that just shows what a big, bad, dangerous individual you are. I mean not everyone can take a lamp and show it who's boss right? Give me a break. Doubt is a powerful tool though. It can fell the greatestand mightiest of men more effectively than any move or manouver. The only trouble with wielding it is that there are some folks who are immune to it. Those who are certain in their own abilities and have the skill to back up that confidence... that's men like me. And there are those who're so blindly arrogant about themselves that they believe themselves infallable. Godlike if you will. However these men quickly find themselves against the former and staring up to the heavens as a single arm claims their scalp. These men, Lance,.. are men like you.
*Dave runs a hand through his hair, wiping some of the wet fringe from his forehead.*
Dave: Men who are easily distracted by a single word. You seem to think I'm placing my entire wrestling career on my understanding of card games or card game terminology. I'm not. Frankly I've only heard of Euchre in passing and had no real interesting in playing. This is wrestling. It doesn't matter what analogies you can find and however far you're willing to go to apply that analogy. That's great for explaining to someone a point but not so great if your point is moot. I mean.. what exactly was your point? Because in the explanation I think you lost sight of it yourself. So what can I draw from this? What can I take from your innane ramblings and turn to my benefit? Well for one you are easily distracted. You said yourself you're going after Perfeckshion first and foremost before turning your attention to me. I hope you understand how big a mistake that will be when I take my foot and plant it into your face for the 1,2,3.
*Dave turns sideways to the camera, pausing as he turns to continue running*
Dave: Now I could stand here and talk to you about how crazy your ideas of grandeur are all day. I could.. but I'm not going to. Don't get me wrong, I gauruntee this is not the last you've heard from me. See, I've got a whole routine when I get fully into the swing of things. Training comprises of stamina, strength, speed and agility... Best thing for stamina is a combination of a long ass run and shock training. I'll show you what I mean by that later. This is just stage one of many that end with me standing over not just you, but Perfeckshion too. I hope he doesn't think i've forgotten about him. Thinking that stealth will be his ally, ignorance his greatest weapon. I'm not taking anyone in this match lightly at all. I'll admit it has been a while since I fought in a triple threat, but I'm no stranger to multi-man matches. I'll talk to you folks again later. Be patient. I hear it's a virtue.
*Dave turns fully away from the camera and begins to jog away*
Excellent. Sweet ending to an otherwise sweet promo. Just hope I don't screw this one up like last time.
*The scene fades to black*
BOOYA!
The path is the rich coal colour of tarmac. Smooth and yet worn by the soles of many feet and the shoes thereon. There is the soft sound of rain pattering upon the leaves that shelter this pathway. The light filters through a pale green colour, distorting ever so slightly the tint of the scene.
A new sound can be heard. The sound is that of a runner. His feet hit the surface intermittently yet constantly. His pace doesn't quicken nor slow as he approaches the camera from behind. Also somehow we can hear his thoughts as he runs.*
Strength... Speed... Skill... Style... Strength... Speed... Skill... Style... I must become the embodiment of all these aspects. The strength to do unto others and never falter... The speed to overwhelm them before they could possibly react... The skill to counter anything they themselves throw at me... The style to make it all seem effortless. These are the tenets of the truly great... the effortlessly magnificent and the naturally talented. I am all these things and so much more. I am more than these mere mortals can comprehend. Mere mortals?... where the hell did that come from? That sounds like the biblical road.. a road I never want to go down... ever. Religion.. fine. Biblical.. hehe no.
*The man jogs into view but stops suddenly. He places his hands on his hips and raises his head to look up momentarily.*
Dammit.. Lost my train of thought. Hate it when that happens. Ah well nevermind I guess I should take a break. Running for three straight hours can't be healthy for anyone. Was that a camera I just ran past? Ah good. I should address some of those points he made to me. Or at least I assume they were to me.
Dave: Ok Ryan, here's the deal. If we're going to communicate to each other you have to open your god damn ears and actually pay attention to who you're fighting. I mean for the sake of all that's good and right your brother got it right not two minutes before you screwed it up.. and that's after you yourself got it right! The name's not Hollins... it's Holland. And it's Mr Holland to you. But you know what... I don't really care what you think or say anymore. As soon as you opened your mouth in that waste of air time you call a promo, I instantly could tell the kind of jackass I was dealing with. An arrogant son of a bitch who believes he's right and everyone else is wrong. No matter how much evidence is around to prove everyone elses case. You don't want my respect? Fine. I withdraw the statement. I just figured it'd be rude to walk into a place and say everyone wasn't worth the paper their contracts were signed on.
*Dave turns around to face the camera, having just spoken over his shoulder.*
Dave: But if you think me giving you credit gives you an in to my mind you are certainly wrong. I invented mind games, pal. You don't have any way in here. My abilities are without a doubt beyond you and yours. My mind and will are by far stronger than you. That was proven when you showed yourself losing your temper. That can be a great asset when harnessed and trained properly.. but if you're going to take out your anger on poor, innocent, defenceless, inanimate objects.... well... I guess that just shows what a big, bad, dangerous individual you are. I mean not everyone can take a lamp and show it who's boss right? Give me a break. Doubt is a powerful tool though. It can fell the greatestand mightiest of men more effectively than any move or manouver. The only trouble with wielding it is that there are some folks who are immune to it. Those who are certain in their own abilities and have the skill to back up that confidence... that's men like me. And there are those who're so blindly arrogant about themselves that they believe themselves infallable. Godlike if you will. However these men quickly find themselves against the former and staring up to the heavens as a single arm claims their scalp. These men, Lance,.. are men like you.
*Dave runs a hand through his hair, wiping some of the wet fringe from his forehead.*
Dave: Men who are easily distracted by a single word. You seem to think I'm placing my entire wrestling career on my understanding of card games or card game terminology. I'm not. Frankly I've only heard of Euchre in passing and had no real interesting in playing. This is wrestling. It doesn't matter what analogies you can find and however far you're willing to go to apply that analogy. That's great for explaining to someone a point but not so great if your point is moot. I mean.. what exactly was your point? Because in the explanation I think you lost sight of it yourself. So what can I draw from this? What can I take from your innane ramblings and turn to my benefit? Well for one you are easily distracted. You said yourself you're going after Perfeckshion first and foremost before turning your attention to me. I hope you understand how big a mistake that will be when I take my foot and plant it into your face for the 1,2,3.
*Dave turns sideways to the camera, pausing as he turns to continue running*
Dave: Now I could stand here and talk to you about how crazy your ideas of grandeur are all day. I could.. but I'm not going to. Don't get me wrong, I gauruntee this is not the last you've heard from me. See, I've got a whole routine when I get fully into the swing of things. Training comprises of stamina, strength, speed and agility... Best thing for stamina is a combination of a long ass run and shock training. I'll show you what I mean by that later. This is just stage one of many that end with me standing over not just you, but Perfeckshion too. I hope he doesn't think i've forgotten about him. Thinking that stealth will be his ally, ignorance his greatest weapon. I'm not taking anyone in this match lightly at all. I'll admit it has been a while since I fought in a triple threat, but I'm no stranger to multi-man matches. I'll talk to you folks again later. Be patient. I hear it's a virtue.
*Dave turns fully away from the camera and begins to jog away*
Excellent. Sweet ending to an otherwise sweet promo. Just hope I don't screw this one up like last time.
*The scene fades to black*
BOOYA!