Post by Dave Holland on Jul 18, 2007 21:34:45 GMT -5
*It's dark. The sound of crickets can be heard but as is usual with crickets they can't be seen at all. The grass blows gently in the calm night breeze. In the sky above the stars are out in their thousands surrounding the moon which is astonishingly bright in it's place of honour. There's a figure in the dark, he's not clear to be seen but he can be seen to be there. His coat sways in the wind alongside the grass about him. The sound of a phone is heard, playing one of the many ringtones you'll hear throughout the world. The man flips his phone open to see who it is, the light catching parts of his face but not enough to be certain of who it is. He man speaks through the darkness. We can hear the voice on the other end of the phone too... no one likes hearing one side of a conversation.*
: Hi Mel.
Mel: Hi hun. Just thought I'd let you know that they've confirmed your match for the pay per view. You will be fighting Mike Ragnal for the TV Title.
*That means the man must be Dave Holland*
Dave: Awesome. That's a nice belt and I wouldn't mind...
Mel: Dave.. that's not all.
Dave: Oh?
Mel: Your match for Sunday Slam. Another Tag Match against two former world heavyweight champions.
Dave: They sure like throwing me to the big dogs don't they?
Mel: Yeah.. this time it's Torture and J.J. Biggs
Dave: And talk about picking my enemies.
Mel: And you're teamed with Mike Ragnal
*A brief silence*
Mel: Dave?
Dave: I'm still here.
Mel: Speaking of which.. where are you? I thought tonight was meant to be our night since you got the week off?
Dave: Yeah... I'll have to owe you a good night out.. scratch that.. a fantastic night out. Better than the simple night we had planned already.
Mel: You're blowing me off?
Dave: No no... just putting you on hold.
Mel: And how's that better?
Dave: I'll let you know when I figure that out myself.
Mel: So where are you? If I'm being blown off I'd at least like to know where you are.
Dave: You know Johnny and Vince?
Mel: Oh no.. you're not going along with them are you? You know I hate it when you go... there... with those guys.
Dave: Mel... I've got a match against two former heavyweight champions and run of the mill legends.. followed by a title shot. Everyone else has gone to Japan to compete at Thirteen which leaves me with nothing to do. If I'm going to make something of myself I have to keep myself continually competing. Always taking on the challenges and storming through them one step further. If I have no one to compete against I've got to go find someone to compete with. Johnny and Vince give me that.
Mel: Yeah... but you're a professional wrestler. An athlete. Johnny and Vince and the rest of them.. they're all... they're just thugs! They always take you to the same place.. that fight cl...
Dave: You don't talk about...
Mel: Stow it Dave, everyone's seen the film. This is serious.
Dave: So am I! These places make people tougher than in the wrestling world. No Holds Barred... complete freedom. This is the modern day realm of the gladiator and these guys are going to keep me at the top of my game. It's been stupid things blindsiding me that have been causing my losses recently because I've still yet to be actually pinned or made to tap, I've always been let down by other people in the match. Nothing hones your senses and awareness better than an environment where safety is the last of the priorities.
Mel: Because nothing gets you killed better than an environment where safety is the last of the priorities!
Dave: Nothing's going to stop me, Mel.
Mel: I know. I just wish you'd sometimes listen.
Dave: I do. This is just something I need to do right now. You knew this was part of who I am when you married me.
Mel: I know.
*Another silence. Slight breathing. The kind of breathing that sounds like someone's been crying a little. Dave's head is sunk low, he hates arguing with his wife but like most relationships it happens sometimes. He awkwardly switches the phone from one ear to the other.*
Dave: Mel...
Mel: Just don't get yourself killed ok?
Dave: Thursday... dinner... movie... dancing... the whole deal. Ok?
Mel: It doesn't matter but I won't say no. Just come back to me intact.
Dave: That's a promise. Mel... I love you.
Mel: ....... I love you too.
*There's a click and then silence. Dave looks to his phone and then seems to place it to his lips and actually kiss it. Closing it up he then puts it away in the inside pocket of his knee length coat. He turns to the camera and walks past it.*
: Hi Mel.Mel: Hi hun. Just thought I'd let you know that they've confirmed your match for the pay per view. You will be fighting Mike Ragnal for the TV Title.
*That means the man must be Dave Holland*
Dave: Awesome. That's a nice belt and I wouldn't mind...
Mel: Dave.. that's not all.
Dave: Oh?
Mel: Your match for Sunday Slam. Another Tag Match against two former world heavyweight champions.
Dave: They sure like throwing me to the big dogs don't they?
Mel: Yeah.. this time it's Torture and J.J. Biggs
Dave: And talk about picking my enemies.
Mel: And you're teamed with Mike Ragnal
*A brief silence*
Mel: Dave?
Dave: I'm still here.
Mel: Speaking of which.. where are you? I thought tonight was meant to be our night since you got the week off?
Dave: Yeah... I'll have to owe you a good night out.. scratch that.. a fantastic night out. Better than the simple night we had planned already.
Mel: You're blowing me off?
Dave: No no... just putting you on hold.
Mel: And how's that better?
Dave: I'll let you know when I figure that out myself.
Mel: So where are you? If I'm being blown off I'd at least like to know where you are.
Dave: You know Johnny and Vince?
Mel: Oh no.. you're not going along with them are you? You know I hate it when you go... there... with those guys.
Dave: Mel... I've got a match against two former heavyweight champions and run of the mill legends.. followed by a title shot. Everyone else has gone to Japan to compete at Thirteen which leaves me with nothing to do. If I'm going to make something of myself I have to keep myself continually competing. Always taking on the challenges and storming through them one step further. If I have no one to compete against I've got to go find someone to compete with. Johnny and Vince give me that.
Mel: Yeah... but you're a professional wrestler. An athlete. Johnny and Vince and the rest of them.. they're all... they're just thugs! They always take you to the same place.. that fight cl...
Dave: You don't talk about...
Mel: Stow it Dave, everyone's seen the film. This is serious.
Dave: So am I! These places make people tougher than in the wrestling world. No Holds Barred... complete freedom. This is the modern day realm of the gladiator and these guys are going to keep me at the top of my game. It's been stupid things blindsiding me that have been causing my losses recently because I've still yet to be actually pinned or made to tap, I've always been let down by other people in the match. Nothing hones your senses and awareness better than an environment where safety is the last of the priorities.
Mel: Because nothing gets you killed better than an environment where safety is the last of the priorities!
Dave: Nothing's going to stop me, Mel.
Mel: I know. I just wish you'd sometimes listen.
Dave: I do. This is just something I need to do right now. You knew this was part of who I am when you married me.
Mel: I know.
*Another silence. Slight breathing. The kind of breathing that sounds like someone's been crying a little. Dave's head is sunk low, he hates arguing with his wife but like most relationships it happens sometimes. He awkwardly switches the phone from one ear to the other.*
Dave: Mel...
Mel: Just don't get yourself killed ok?
Dave: Thursday... dinner... movie... dancing... the whole deal. Ok?
Mel: It doesn't matter but I won't say no. Just come back to me intact.
Dave: That's a promise. Mel... I love you.
Mel: ....... I love you too.
*There's a click and then silence. Dave looks to his phone and then seems to place it to his lips and actually kiss it. Closing it up he then puts it away in the inside pocket of his knee length coat. He turns to the camera and walks past it.*
