Post by David Alastair on Nov 1, 2006 21:07:20 GMT -5
11/1/06...
The scene opens up to a table, then to a cup of tea, before finally revealing David Alastair seated at the end of the table. The view behind him shows tranquility and peace, as autumn has finally come to the location where David was at. Alastair then takes a sip of the tea before setting it back down in front of him. He inhales after drinking the refreshment, and begins to speak.
David: I figured that after my match against Thunder, I might as well have a small vacation before I’m scheduled for my next appearance at this week’s Sunday Slam. But while I’m enjoying the wonderful scenery behind me, I have a few words to say.
First and foremost, there’s a certain person that is irking me right now.
David pulls out a photo from behind the cup of tea, looks at it for a moment and then uses his middle and index fingers to fling the picture towards the camera. It certainly misses its target, however, lands on the floor right next to the camera. The camera turns towards the picture, showing the wrestler that graced the photograph. As the camera still centers on the picture, David’s voice can be heard in the background.
David: Outcast. Victor Taylor. After catching that little press conference of yours, I couldn’t help but laugh. Reckless Jack clearly mopped the floor with you and you were cheered. You should thank your fans for your concentrated efforts; instead, you turned on them. You also say that you were WCF Champion recently, but I feel that the last time you had it; Jack gave that belt to you. RJ gave you the ball to run with, but how long did you have that title? One month? Sounds to me that you dropped the ball, Outcast. After you lost that belt, you ran away from the business.
The camera finds itself staring back to Alastair.
David:Also, you cringed at participating in this match against Thunder and I. I don’t blame you, for you cringed at facing the future. Face it, Taylor. You’re washed up. Actually, your present run reminds me like a possible friend of yours, Neo. He’s washed up. So, why don’t you has-beens step off to the side and let the future of the business step up to the plate?
There’s my three points about you, Outcast. So, let me sum up those three points for you: “Lol, Outcast”.
With that out of the way, now here comes the person whom I have faced for past three times…
David pulls out another picture and flings it, this time landing on the table, right below the camera. The view starts to drift downward. The photograph shows to be one of Thunder. After a few moments, the camera rises back to David, still across the table.
David: I admit Thunder, you beat me fair and square a few days ago at Hellimination. Losing is really nothing new. I’m not the Ultimate Warrior. But I’m puzzled though, I revealed my real name and many other have revealed their names before. But just “Thunder”? Do you have a real name, sir? Do you walk around, purchasing stuff at the local mall or picking up ladies using the name “Thunder”? But maybe that’s the price of being rich, so you can buy out your real name for a fake one. I’m surprised that you hate your family that much.
Lol, Thunder. Lol.
Although I’m not the most popular of fish in the pond, I am certainly not afraid of releasing my real name to the general populace.
As if on cue, David suddenly jerked up. Almost as if he forgot something.
David: Oh yeah, I got one more person to talk about…
David slides the picture towards the camera. The photo is of David Alastair himself. Alastair begins to speak again in the background.
David: And that person is me. Now, I may have some inconsistency to me, I can explain. Mainly, I have the center of some mystery as of late. Leaving suddenly or whatever, but that’s under control. Although I have exorcised my demons, they still continue to haunt me. So, a big thanks to the support of everyone around me as well as a nod to my fans, for I am putting on matches to the best of my ability despite these events in my private life.
The camera, by now, has come back to looking towards David Alastair.
David: So, unlike my adversaries this Sunday, who do not appreciate their fans…I treasure every cheer and every jeer I hear while performing. So see you this coming Sunday, and behold! For I am raising the bar for you!
As David finishes and points towards the camera, perception fades to nothingness.
The scene opens up to a table, then to a cup of tea, before finally revealing David Alastair seated at the end of the table. The view behind him shows tranquility and peace, as autumn has finally come to the location where David was at. Alastair then takes a sip of the tea before setting it back down in front of him. He inhales after drinking the refreshment, and begins to speak.
David: I figured that after my match against Thunder, I might as well have a small vacation before I’m scheduled for my next appearance at this week’s Sunday Slam. But while I’m enjoying the wonderful scenery behind me, I have a few words to say.
First and foremost, there’s a certain person that is irking me right now.
David pulls out a photo from behind the cup of tea, looks at it for a moment and then uses his middle and index fingers to fling the picture towards the camera. It certainly misses its target, however, lands on the floor right next to the camera. The camera turns towards the picture, showing the wrestler that graced the photograph. As the camera still centers on the picture, David’s voice can be heard in the background.
David: Outcast. Victor Taylor. After catching that little press conference of yours, I couldn’t help but laugh. Reckless Jack clearly mopped the floor with you and you were cheered. You should thank your fans for your concentrated efforts; instead, you turned on them. You also say that you were WCF Champion recently, but I feel that the last time you had it; Jack gave that belt to you. RJ gave you the ball to run with, but how long did you have that title? One month? Sounds to me that you dropped the ball, Outcast. After you lost that belt, you ran away from the business.
The camera finds itself staring back to Alastair.
David:Also, you cringed at participating in this match against Thunder and I. I don’t blame you, for you cringed at facing the future. Face it, Taylor. You’re washed up. Actually, your present run reminds me like a possible friend of yours, Neo. He’s washed up. So, why don’t you has-beens step off to the side and let the future of the business step up to the plate?
There’s my three points about you, Outcast. So, let me sum up those three points for you: “Lol, Outcast”.
With that out of the way, now here comes the person whom I have faced for past three times…
David pulls out another picture and flings it, this time landing on the table, right below the camera. The view starts to drift downward. The photograph shows to be one of Thunder. After a few moments, the camera rises back to David, still across the table.
David: I admit Thunder, you beat me fair and square a few days ago at Hellimination. Losing is really nothing new. I’m not the Ultimate Warrior. But I’m puzzled though, I revealed my real name and many other have revealed their names before. But just “Thunder”? Do you have a real name, sir? Do you walk around, purchasing stuff at the local mall or picking up ladies using the name “Thunder”? But maybe that’s the price of being rich, so you can buy out your real name for a fake one. I’m surprised that you hate your family that much.
Lol, Thunder. Lol.
Although I’m not the most popular of fish in the pond, I am certainly not afraid of releasing my real name to the general populace.
As if on cue, David suddenly jerked up. Almost as if he forgot something.
David: Oh yeah, I got one more person to talk about…
David slides the picture towards the camera. The photo is of David Alastair himself. Alastair begins to speak again in the background.
David: And that person is me. Now, I may have some inconsistency to me, I can explain. Mainly, I have the center of some mystery as of late. Leaving suddenly or whatever, but that’s under control. Although I have exorcised my demons, they still continue to haunt me. So, a big thanks to the support of everyone around me as well as a nod to my fans, for I am putting on matches to the best of my ability despite these events in my private life.
The camera, by now, has come back to looking towards David Alastair.
David: So, unlike my adversaries this Sunday, who do not appreciate their fans…I treasure every cheer and every jeer I hear while performing. So see you this coming Sunday, and behold! For I am raising the bar for you!
As David finishes and points towards the camera, perception fades to nothingness.
