Post by David Alastair on Dec 5, 2006 20:14:02 GMT -5
A voice calls out in the silence.
“You want to know a little something-something?”
The scene opens up with a disgruntled David Alastair staring into the camera. His light violet eyes show signs of a flare or two as he takes breath before going about on his speech.
“First off, I’ve heard of rumors surrounding me and my match for the TV Title at Sunday Slam a few weeks ago. There was no controversy, Thunder pinned me fair and square, end of that. However, word out to Thunder. Watch your back, my friend. I’m coming for that precious Television title of yours.”
David leans back a tad and continues.
“I also want to talk about my match at WCF Revenge against Outcast. It’s mostly a huge thank-you to Outcast for accepting my challenge and being a man about it. But more importantly, I wanna talk about the Wal-Mart Liberation Front.”
Alastair blinks a few times, before a smirk emerges from his formerly emotionless face. He continues once again.
“In talking about my teaming with old friend, Craig D. Shultz, I can’t help but recall the good ole memories from this past summer. Poking fun at the jobbers and what not, as well as getting drunk and partying. I think, can’t really remember. I doubt that many will recall, we did win championship gold at Yggdrasil Pro in tag team format.
However, a little tag team beat us for the unified tag titles of Yggdrasil Pro and another promotion. That little tag team is Lifeline. I gotta hand it to ‘em, they beat us fair and square. But they won’t beat us this time, I don’t think.
Wait a minute, think? I know that they won’t beat us this time…”
David gets interrupted as his cell phone rings. He whips it out and places it next to his ear…
“…Hello?”
A look of dread forms on his face as he rolls his eyes.
“What do you want, Ray?”
David sighs, but then perks up as an alarmed expression suddenly comes forth.
“Your girlfriend did what?!”
David rolls his eyes again as he listens to “Ray”, who is talking on the opposite end of the line.
“Just tell her to suck it.”
In response, the viewer can clearly hear Ray yelling over the phone. Which in turn causes David to pull the phone a good foot away from his ear.
“DUDE!!!! I’M NOT TRIPLE H! I HATE DX! I’M NOT LIKE ANGELA! EDGE WILL DIE! ARGH! ARGH! ARGH!”
David slumps in his chair and brings the phone closer to his ear as Ray has seemed to calm down.
“Okay, okay. I know, Ray. But what do you really want?”
David closes his eyes and nods, as if listening to every word that Ray has said.
“Gamestop? Oh yeah, I can give you a ride there. No problem.”
David nods again, this time opening his eyes. He doesn’t directly look at the camera in front of him, but looks off to the side. That type of looking off into space stuff.
“Alrighty. Check ya later.”
Alastair closes his flip phone and sighs yet again. He then notices the camera still focused on him.
“I’m off. So, behold! One way or another, Lifeline…the Wal-Mart Liberation Front will stand tall after this Sunday Slam. And you will go into jobber-dom and yata yata. But I gotta roll, Ray needs a ride to Gamestop…”
He starts to stand up, and then pauses. He then sits back down.
“Hey. I got an idea…how about you...”
David then points at the camera.
“How about you come with me? You never know what happens with Ray and the gang. C’mon! Vamos no! Cell Block D!”
The camera then fades to black, as David stands up.
As the darkness is ever so present, big bold letters appear on the bottom of the screen...
“You want to know a little something-something?”
The scene opens up with a disgruntled David Alastair staring into the camera. His light violet eyes show signs of a flare or two as he takes breath before going about on his speech.
“First off, I’ve heard of rumors surrounding me and my match for the TV Title at Sunday Slam a few weeks ago. There was no controversy, Thunder pinned me fair and square, end of that. However, word out to Thunder. Watch your back, my friend. I’m coming for that precious Television title of yours.”
David leans back a tad and continues.
“I also want to talk about my match at WCF Revenge against Outcast. It’s mostly a huge thank-you to Outcast for accepting my challenge and being a man about it. But more importantly, I wanna talk about the Wal-Mart Liberation Front.”
Alastair blinks a few times, before a smirk emerges from his formerly emotionless face. He continues once again.
“In talking about my teaming with old friend, Craig D. Shultz, I can’t help but recall the good ole memories from this past summer. Poking fun at the jobbers and what not, as well as getting drunk and partying. I think, can’t really remember. I doubt that many will recall, we did win championship gold at Yggdrasil Pro in tag team format.
However, a little tag team beat us for the unified tag titles of Yggdrasil Pro and another promotion. That little tag team is Lifeline. I gotta hand it to ‘em, they beat us fair and square. But they won’t beat us this time, I don’t think.
Wait a minute, think? I know that they won’t beat us this time…”
David gets interrupted as his cell phone rings. He whips it out and places it next to his ear…
“…Hello?”
A look of dread forms on his face as he rolls his eyes.
“What do you want, Ray?”
David sighs, but then perks up as an alarmed expression suddenly comes forth.
“Your girlfriend did what?!”
David rolls his eyes again as he listens to “Ray”, who is talking on the opposite end of the line.
“Just tell her to suck it.”
In response, the viewer can clearly hear Ray yelling over the phone. Which in turn causes David to pull the phone a good foot away from his ear.
“DUDE!!!! I’M NOT TRIPLE H! I HATE DX! I’M NOT LIKE ANGELA! EDGE WILL DIE! ARGH! ARGH! ARGH!”
David slumps in his chair and brings the phone closer to his ear as Ray has seemed to calm down.
“Okay, okay. I know, Ray. But what do you really want?”
David closes his eyes and nods, as if listening to every word that Ray has said.
“Gamestop? Oh yeah, I can give you a ride there. No problem.”
David nods again, this time opening his eyes. He doesn’t directly look at the camera in front of him, but looks off to the side. That type of looking off into space stuff.
“Alrighty. Check ya later.”
Alastair closes his flip phone and sighs yet again. He then notices the camera still focused on him.
“I’m off. So, behold! One way or another, Lifeline…the Wal-Mart Liberation Front will stand tall after this Sunday Slam. And you will go into jobber-dom and yata yata. But I gotta roll, Ray needs a ride to Gamestop…”
He starts to stand up, and then pauses. He then sits back down.
“Hey. I got an idea…how about you...”
David then points at the camera.
“How about you come with me? You never know what happens with Ray and the gang. C’mon! Vamos no! Cell Block D!”
The camera then fades to black, as David stands up.
As the darkness is ever so present, big bold letters appear on the bottom of the screen...
TO BE CONTINUED...
