Post by Dave Holland on Jun 10, 2007 21:55:23 GMT -5
*Backstage. A television is heard playing out the final acts of tonights Slam. The camera steps around the corner of the doorframe to see the TV and opposite it a chair. In the chair however is no one. As Epic has made his grand return to the WCF whoever was watching this television apparently doesn't care. A voice begins speaking and the camera turns to show Dave Holland looking at a sheet of paper pinned to the wall. Which is odd considering there's no pinboard or antything there.*
Dave: The time has come. It's been only a short few days since I stepped through the doors of the WCF and already I have my first match. A triple threat match. A triple threat match against two men who tonight were members of a losing team. Should that scare me? Should I be concerned that these two were thrown together by happenstance and might just stand united against me? I don't think so. Doing so would make them all the more foolish. At least by standing alone they save face. At least seem to have some caliber about them instead of resorting to outnumbering poor defensless little ol' me.
*Dave winks down the camera before moving across the room and hopping into the chair*
Dave: So who are these two that I should be concerned about? Perfeckshion and Lance Ryan. I think I'll start with the former. See, the way I hear things through the grapevine is that this guy is pretty full of himself. Why else would he call himself 'Perfeckshion'? I'm not going to do as many others might and slander his in ring performances because frankly the fact that he steps up and even wrestles is an achievement. I have to respect a man who follows his instincts to battle so defiantly, no matter how false or deluded they are. So what I'm going to do is help the little guy out. I'm going to give him an education that one can only attain through physical combat. Learning by doing as it were. If he's so perfecked then he shouldn't have any trouble mimicing my actions or even countering them. I guess we'll see next week then won't we?
*Dave takes a drink from a previously unseen glass of water to his side*
Dave: Now the latter of the duet, this Lance Ryan.. He seems definately the more formidable of my two opponents. Standing at 1 and 1 as opposed to perfeckshion's less than impressive 0 and 2. But besides this Lance Ryan, he seems very familiar to me. I've watched him wrestle and I've read his statistic sheet. I say he seems familiar because it would seem he and I have a great deal in common. He stands a little shorter and heavier than I but with regards to style we're very much alike. We both want to be the main attraction, the man, the centre of everyone's attention. That makes this upcoming match quite the spectacle and if I weren't participating in it, I'd be almost compelled to give it a watch. Problem there is if I was watching, I wouldn't be competing... and who wants to watch a match that doesn't have Dave Holland in it? Right?
*Dave drinks a little more before putting it down and leaping from the chair to his feet and walking towards the door*
Dave: But none of that matters. Because the way it seems to me is that both of these guys have stood in the ring with each other twice. Once opposed and once united. That means that they both know each others strengths and their weaknesses, and if they don't they're terrible mental wrestlers. These are the kinds of things you need to know about your opponents but mroeso your team mates. Maybe that's why you lost tonight Ryan. Maybe you just didn't think. Your rap sheet says you've been in this business ten years, you should know better than that. But me.. you don't know me. Barely anyone here knows me, knows what I'm capable of, knows what I do week in week out as regularly as clockwork. When I step into that ring you won't know whether to trust me or turn on me. You won't know if I'm going to snap instantly or just sit back and let the two of you argue it out for a while before running in and picking off the stronger of you. I'm an enigma to you both. A mystery. A wild card. This particular wild card is about to be called trumps. When that bell goes you will find yourselves outperformed, outmanouevered and simply outclassed. When the show begins, it's my show. On my show... I make the rules. Even when you think you're in control I can almost gauruntee that it fits into my plan in some way or form. Now if you'll excuse me.. I'm gonna grab a ride home, get some sleep and then I'll let you boys in on some more facts of life tomorrow. G'night fellas. Don't have any.. nightmares now.
*Dave leaves through the door. His laughter can be heard maniacally sounding from down the hall. After a few seconds of laughter though Dave breaks out into coughing. A few moments later he regains control*
Dave: Dammit! Ruined a perfect exit!
*Fade to black for now*
Dave: The time has come. It's been only a short few days since I stepped through the doors of the WCF and already I have my first match. A triple threat match. A triple threat match against two men who tonight were members of a losing team. Should that scare me? Should I be concerned that these two were thrown together by happenstance and might just stand united against me? I don't think so. Doing so would make them all the more foolish. At least by standing alone they save face. At least seem to have some caliber about them instead of resorting to outnumbering poor defensless little ol' me.
*Dave winks down the camera before moving across the room and hopping into the chair*
Dave: So who are these two that I should be concerned about? Perfeckshion and Lance Ryan. I think I'll start with the former. See, the way I hear things through the grapevine is that this guy is pretty full of himself. Why else would he call himself 'Perfeckshion'? I'm not going to do as many others might and slander his in ring performances because frankly the fact that he steps up and even wrestles is an achievement. I have to respect a man who follows his instincts to battle so defiantly, no matter how false or deluded they are. So what I'm going to do is help the little guy out. I'm going to give him an education that one can only attain through physical combat. Learning by doing as it were. If he's so perfecked then he shouldn't have any trouble mimicing my actions or even countering them. I guess we'll see next week then won't we?
*Dave takes a drink from a previously unseen glass of water to his side*
Dave: Now the latter of the duet, this Lance Ryan.. He seems definately the more formidable of my two opponents. Standing at 1 and 1 as opposed to perfeckshion's less than impressive 0 and 2. But besides this Lance Ryan, he seems very familiar to me. I've watched him wrestle and I've read his statistic sheet. I say he seems familiar because it would seem he and I have a great deal in common. He stands a little shorter and heavier than I but with regards to style we're very much alike. We both want to be the main attraction, the man, the centre of everyone's attention. That makes this upcoming match quite the spectacle and if I weren't participating in it, I'd be almost compelled to give it a watch. Problem there is if I was watching, I wouldn't be competing... and who wants to watch a match that doesn't have Dave Holland in it? Right?
*Dave drinks a little more before putting it down and leaping from the chair to his feet and walking towards the door*
Dave: But none of that matters. Because the way it seems to me is that both of these guys have stood in the ring with each other twice. Once opposed and once united. That means that they both know each others strengths and their weaknesses, and if they don't they're terrible mental wrestlers. These are the kinds of things you need to know about your opponents but mroeso your team mates. Maybe that's why you lost tonight Ryan. Maybe you just didn't think. Your rap sheet says you've been in this business ten years, you should know better than that. But me.. you don't know me. Barely anyone here knows me, knows what I'm capable of, knows what I do week in week out as regularly as clockwork. When I step into that ring you won't know whether to trust me or turn on me. You won't know if I'm going to snap instantly or just sit back and let the two of you argue it out for a while before running in and picking off the stronger of you. I'm an enigma to you both. A mystery. A wild card. This particular wild card is about to be called trumps. When that bell goes you will find yourselves outperformed, outmanouevered and simply outclassed. When the show begins, it's my show. On my show... I make the rules. Even when you think you're in control I can almost gauruntee that it fits into my plan in some way or form. Now if you'll excuse me.. I'm gonna grab a ride home, get some sleep and then I'll let you boys in on some more facts of life tomorrow. G'night fellas. Don't have any.. nightmares now.
*Dave leaves through the door. His laughter can be heard maniacally sounding from down the hall. After a few seconds of laughter though Dave breaks out into coughing. A few moments later he regains control*
Dave: Dammit! Ruined a perfect exit!
*Fade to black for now*
