Post by David Alastair on Jan 7, 2007 3:56:02 GMT -5
The setting starts out black, hand in hand with mere silence. Then, recognizable instrument labeled music. That is in the form of the start of "Now Or Never" by Three Days Grace.
"In this time are we loving
Or do we sit here wondering
Why this world isn’t turning round
It’s now or never..."
The lyrics in turn brings up images, beginning with David walking down a ramp for WCF...
...Which gives way to David staring off at an opponent offscreen.
"We have no use
For the truth"
David then hooks up against a larger man, unknown to the viewers...
"And now’s the time for us to lose
Who we are and how we’ve tried"
And flashes to David breaks off of his opponent, locked into a corner already, while backing up a step or two and lands chop after chop after chop on someone.
"Taking every step in stride
It now or never to decide"
Leading to, Alastair struggling to his feet and grabs the larger wrestler seen before and executes a MEAN looking Vertebreaker on him...
"In this time are we loving
Or do we sit here wondering"
...before going to another shot of Alastair running and connecting with a huge lariat to another unknown wrestler.
"Why this world isn’t turning round
It’s now or never"
Yet another unknown wrestler and Alastair begin to exchange right hands with each other before Alastair takes the advantage.
"In this way are we learning
Or do we sit here yearning"
David gets back up and picks up his opponent and hangs him straight down his back, with the opponent's head hovering around the back of David's knees. Alastair then drops down to his knees, sending the guys’ head first into the mat.
"For this world to stop turning round
It’s now or never"
The music fades out as footage of David Alastair using his own version of the sunset-flip piledriver, "Abandon All Ye Hope", on someone...
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Once the final words have faded, the images cease. Then, the camera returns to normal, with David staring out a window at an undisclosed location. David begins to speak.
"Lately, it looks like everywhere I go and anything I do is successful these days. Success, as seen from that video package. Except for one thing. Wrestling for WCF. Because of the weird events that have happened in the past month, the near closing of the promotion... my horrible luck in the ring... is making me waver in my commitment to this place. A place where I started. A place I used to love to be a part of. Now, it's a place I've grown to hate."
Alastair looks down and sighs heavily.
"Because there is hypocrisy in the air here. Something telling me that I'm not welcome anymore. More like, some people. They know who they are. It's their fault that my passion for this wonderful sport known as professional wrestling is starting to cease."
The camera catches a shot of his hand, lying beside Alastair's body, beginning to squeeze into a fist. An impluse later, the focus returns to David's face.
"I was once a promising wrestler, eager to work his ass for what he wants. I worked my way up, earning respect as I went. That is, until I came into contact into someone that has since grown soft since we last met. He'll figure it out soon enough. And then, there's one man who was too afraid to give the future it's promise. Instead, he played the role of a coward and left. Also, there's one man who I cannot stand the most. He is the supposed face of this particular promotion. He complains if he's out of any title picture. Another one who tries his best to grip onto what limelight he has left. A mere former shell of his former self."
David clears his throat and turns towards the camera.
"Other than that, what am I left with this upcoming Slam? A match with person who has a sickening fetish for motorized grass cutters. Now it's sad to see my friend, Craig, and the Wal-Mart Liberation Front vanishing into the archives of memory...but I don't think it was necessary for some sick, perverted individual to spit on its grave. That was a bit low in my book."
He cross his arms and exhales, before continuing.
"But in the end, that won't matter. For with my luck here lately, it seems like I'm born to lose in this federation. For instance, when there was talk of me being robbed of a certain title match. At first, I waved it off. However, when I think about it, it just makes me even bitter that I, at least, was not given the chance to challenge for this title..."
David looks down to the ground before him, hiding his face from view.
"Which makes me feel like I'm not worth it here. And it's not some emo kid talking here, it's a dose of reality. A man that has fought through his tragedies and made light out of every situation he was given since joining the world of professional wrestling."
He looks up, with a stern look on his face.
"That's why I need to leave here. After WCF One, my contract expires here and I decided not to renew. I already talked to Seth about my situation and my need to leave. So there's no "behold! I'm David Alastair!" line this time. No..."
David inhales and exhales.
"This time...I'm not the same David Alastair that will easily play the nice guy. No. Unlike a few people I know, I come to learn that retaining your killer instinct will do a man some justice. To sum it up, fuck you all. For my hate will finally get to where I want to be..."
With David's eyes locked on to the screen, the camera goes dark.
"In this time are we loving
Or do we sit here wondering
Why this world isn’t turning round
It’s now or never..."
The lyrics in turn brings up images, beginning with David walking down a ramp for WCF...
...Which gives way to David staring off at an opponent offscreen.
"We have no use
For the truth"
David then hooks up against a larger man, unknown to the viewers...
"And now’s the time for us to lose
Who we are and how we’ve tried"
And flashes to David breaks off of his opponent, locked into a corner already, while backing up a step or two and lands chop after chop after chop on someone.
"Taking every step in stride
It now or never to decide"
Leading to, Alastair struggling to his feet and grabs the larger wrestler seen before and executes a MEAN looking Vertebreaker on him...
"In this time are we loving
Or do we sit here wondering"
...before going to another shot of Alastair running and connecting with a huge lariat to another unknown wrestler.
"Why this world isn’t turning round
It’s now or never"
Yet another unknown wrestler and Alastair begin to exchange right hands with each other before Alastair takes the advantage.
"In this way are we learning
Or do we sit here yearning"
David gets back up and picks up his opponent and hangs him straight down his back, with the opponent's head hovering around the back of David's knees. Alastair then drops down to his knees, sending the guys’ head first into the mat.
"For this world to stop turning round
It’s now or never"
The music fades out as footage of David Alastair using his own version of the sunset-flip piledriver, "Abandon All Ye Hope", on someone...
----------------------------------------------
Once the final words have faded, the images cease. Then, the camera returns to normal, with David staring out a window at an undisclosed location. David begins to speak.
"Lately, it looks like everywhere I go and anything I do is successful these days. Success, as seen from that video package. Except for one thing. Wrestling for WCF. Because of the weird events that have happened in the past month, the near closing of the promotion... my horrible luck in the ring... is making me waver in my commitment to this place. A place where I started. A place I used to love to be a part of. Now, it's a place I've grown to hate."
Alastair looks down and sighs heavily.
"Because there is hypocrisy in the air here. Something telling me that I'm not welcome anymore. More like, some people. They know who they are. It's their fault that my passion for this wonderful sport known as professional wrestling is starting to cease."
The camera catches a shot of his hand, lying beside Alastair's body, beginning to squeeze into a fist. An impluse later, the focus returns to David's face.
"I was once a promising wrestler, eager to work his ass for what he wants. I worked my way up, earning respect as I went. That is, until I came into contact into someone that has since grown soft since we last met. He'll figure it out soon enough. And then, there's one man who was too afraid to give the future it's promise. Instead, he played the role of a coward and left. Also, there's one man who I cannot stand the most. He is the supposed face of this particular promotion. He complains if he's out of any title picture. Another one who tries his best to grip onto what limelight he has left. A mere former shell of his former self."
David clears his throat and turns towards the camera.
"Other than that, what am I left with this upcoming Slam? A match with person who has a sickening fetish for motorized grass cutters. Now it's sad to see my friend, Craig, and the Wal-Mart Liberation Front vanishing into the archives of memory...but I don't think it was necessary for some sick, perverted individual to spit on its grave. That was a bit low in my book."
He cross his arms and exhales, before continuing.
"But in the end, that won't matter. For with my luck here lately, it seems like I'm born to lose in this federation. For instance, when there was talk of me being robbed of a certain title match. At first, I waved it off. However, when I think about it, it just makes me even bitter that I, at least, was not given the chance to challenge for this title..."
David looks down to the ground before him, hiding his face from view.
"Which makes me feel like I'm not worth it here. And it's not some emo kid talking here, it's a dose of reality. A man that has fought through his tragedies and made light out of every situation he was given since joining the world of professional wrestling."
He looks up, with a stern look on his face.
"That's why I need to leave here. After WCF One, my contract expires here and I decided not to renew. I already talked to Seth about my situation and my need to leave. So there's no "behold! I'm David Alastair!" line this time. No..."
David inhales and exhales.
"This time...I'm not the same David Alastair that will easily play the nice guy. No. Unlike a few people I know, I come to learn that retaining your killer instinct will do a man some justice. To sum it up, fuck you all. For my hate will finally get to where I want to be..."
With David's eyes locked on to the screen, the camera goes dark.
