Post by Dave Holland on Jul 5, 2007 16:10:41 GMT -5
*The camera opens in the backstage halls of WCF. There's no one on camera but this is probably a pre-agreed meeting point for one of the many superstars. Who could it be? Doors are flung open off camera. The camera whips round to see but is too slow. The camera moves over to the doors and looks through them... there's no one on the other side.
A voice whispers*
Voice: Over here
*The camera spins round to see an empty corridor once again. It checks down the various corridors before returning the view back to the doors. This time however there's someone stood there. The sudden appearance makes the cameraman jump and fall over. The camera's pointing into the air and then the face of Dave Holland appears as he helps the cameraman back to his feet*
Dave: Sorry about that. Didn't mean to scare you quite so much. What I did mean to do was give a slightly more epic opening to a promo. You see.. I'm already psyched for this title shot I've earned. This TV title shot. I've held several titles over my career but I must admit this place has the three I'd like to hold but never have. The world heavyweight title obviously... The people's championship... and the Television Title. The title that is most associated by the man the fans at home most want to see on their screens. Week in, week out, they just can't get enough of the Dave Holland. So you know what I do? I give them what they want. I give them entertainment. I give them talent, finesse.. a certain... Je ne s'ai pas. And I do it with plenty of warning. I set it out in stone last week. I told Anderson, Craven and Ryan exactly how I was going to win and exactly why they couldn't stop me. They all doubted me but I proved them wrong. Can't kill what you can't catch, and I'm quite the slippery fish. Come with me.
*Dave turns and throws the doors wide open. His long, brown coat flares as he holds his arms up for the follow through. The camera waits patiently to walk through but as the doors close as they swing back.. Dave's gone! The camera tears through the doors and looks round the corner where Dave's flattened himself against the wall.*
Dave: Heh.. just messing with you. Come on, this way.
*The camera fades to black and then back up again. Dave is now stood in the car park. There's an assortment of cars and Dave now stands with his hands in his coat pockets.*
Dave: Beautiful aren't they? I like to think each of them reflects an aspect of myself that I hold dear. Take this for example...
*Dave gestures to one of the cars*
Dave: This is the Bugatti Veyron. The fastest commercially available car in the world. Jeremy Clarkson... he's a motor journalist from back home... he raced from Milan to London in one of these taking the roads through Italy, Switzerland and France. The other guy was in a small plane travelling in a straight line. Clarkson won. This is my speed, my sheer athleticism the raw power that I hold. Understated a little isn't it? But at the same time.. there are so very few of these cars in existance. Doing what it does in the interest of "Could it?" rather than "Should it?". One of a kind. Just like me. Oh sure there are imitators. People who think they're like me, people who want to be like me people who maybe even wrestle in a similar style to me. But none of them have the full package that is me. None of them matches up to me. Not even some of the bigger names here. They don't know it yet and I'm not going to push it by claiming it as a certainty but we'll get a good look at it this sunday when I face the world champion, tv champion and a former Hardcore and Tag Team Champion.
*Dave walks slowly from in front of the Veyron towards the next car*
Dave: In the face of this competition you might think I'm a little outclassed. Especially when I'm partnered with Epic, former world champion that I've had the great honour of facing but a few weeks ago, and the legend that is Creeping Death. Where do I fit in here? I'll tell you where I fit in. In fact no.. I won't tell you.. this sunday I'm going to show you where I fit in. This match contains the majority of the top flight as far as I can tell. That's where I belong. Whoever booked this match has put a lot of faith in me with this and I'm not about to let them down, let alone let the fans down. My first WCF main event, and I sincerely hope it won't be my last. This is the perfect time to showcase myself, and it gives me the prime opportunity so rarely offered to competitors in such scenarios previous. I get to size up my pay per view opponent well in advance. I'd like to here offer my congratulations on your engagement and upcoming marriage, Mike. I recently also tied the knot and can tell you there's no feeling like it.
*Dave stops in front of a pick up truck*
Dave: But the most important thing you have to concentrate on now is if you want to retain that belt against me, you have to forget about your fiancé. If there's anything to distract you I'll utilise it. Anything at all and I will take the advantage with absolutely no remorse. If your first priority's not to the championship you don't deserve to hold it. And I'll be more than willing to take it from you. Free up some time for you to finally set that final date eh?
*Dave winks down the camera in a "You know what I'm talking about" way.*
Dave: Now this.. this is a Ford F-150. What does this represent you might ask? Strength? Look at me... do I look like I'm that strong? I'm not weak but that's just too much. Is it the size? No. Obviously not. But it is a characteristic usual of big strong men. Toughness. From the bullbars on the front to the hefty tyres at the back everything about this car screams out "Have a go... you won't even dent me". I'm just the same. In my life I've suffered several burdens, fought through many trials that I couldn't care to even mention... even gone so far as impaling my hands on barbed wire to wrench myself from a collapsed barbed wire cage wall. It takes a lot to defeat me and as of yet I am undefeated. While Epic may have won a match I participated in he failed to actually beat me. So that makes me both tough to catch and tough to kill if you do catch me. Tough combo that. But that's not all.
*Dave smiles as he moves now to the pride of this miniature collection.*
Dave: Those of you who are conneiseurs of the motor industry should recognise this car from the off. This is an Aston Martin DB9 Vanquish. It's a work of beauty isn't it? Is that what this represents in me? No. I'm a damn fine specimen of a human being but this is like Michaelangelo's David of the car world. This is everything else about me. The speed, the toughness but most importantly the style. This is a car that people can't help watching and with good reason. It performs and it does so consistently. It's more accessible to the common man but still something special. This.. is everything a car is, wants to be and frankly should be. The same can be said about me when it comes to being a wrestler... hell.. being a human being! The time is coming when Dave Holland's name is placed within the record books of the WCF and people will remember this 6 man tag as the match that placed Dave Holland right up there with the big boys. With your legends of the modern day sport. Champions of old, champions of now and champions of the future. I stand among them and I will lay a trail of ass kicking the likes of which will never be seen again!
*Dave hops into the aston martin. It's a convertible by the way.. he didn't just crack his head off the roof or anything. He starts the engine, it roars delightfully before settling to a gentle purr*
Dave: Well... until the next week.
*Dave flashes his trademark smile before revving the engine again and pulling away. Presumably he'll sne dother drivers for the other cars because this promo.. is over!*
A voice whispers*
Voice: Over here
*The camera spins round to see an empty corridor once again. It checks down the various corridors before returning the view back to the doors. This time however there's someone stood there. The sudden appearance makes the cameraman jump and fall over. The camera's pointing into the air and then the face of Dave Holland appears as he helps the cameraman back to his feet*
Dave: Sorry about that. Didn't mean to scare you quite so much. What I did mean to do was give a slightly more epic opening to a promo. You see.. I'm already psyched for this title shot I've earned. This TV title shot. I've held several titles over my career but I must admit this place has the three I'd like to hold but never have. The world heavyweight title obviously... The people's championship... and the Television Title. The title that is most associated by the man the fans at home most want to see on their screens. Week in, week out, they just can't get enough of the Dave Holland. So you know what I do? I give them what they want. I give them entertainment. I give them talent, finesse.. a certain... Je ne s'ai pas. And I do it with plenty of warning. I set it out in stone last week. I told Anderson, Craven and Ryan exactly how I was going to win and exactly why they couldn't stop me. They all doubted me but I proved them wrong. Can't kill what you can't catch, and I'm quite the slippery fish. Come with me.
*Dave turns and throws the doors wide open. His long, brown coat flares as he holds his arms up for the follow through. The camera waits patiently to walk through but as the doors close as they swing back.. Dave's gone! The camera tears through the doors and looks round the corner where Dave's flattened himself against the wall.*
Dave: Heh.. just messing with you. Come on, this way.
*The camera fades to black and then back up again. Dave is now stood in the car park. There's an assortment of cars and Dave now stands with his hands in his coat pockets.*
Dave: Beautiful aren't they? I like to think each of them reflects an aspect of myself that I hold dear. Take this for example...
*Dave gestures to one of the cars*
Dave: This is the Bugatti Veyron. The fastest commercially available car in the world. Jeremy Clarkson... he's a motor journalist from back home... he raced from Milan to London in one of these taking the roads through Italy, Switzerland and France. The other guy was in a small plane travelling in a straight line. Clarkson won. This is my speed, my sheer athleticism the raw power that I hold. Understated a little isn't it? But at the same time.. there are so very few of these cars in existance. Doing what it does in the interest of "Could it?" rather than "Should it?". One of a kind. Just like me. Oh sure there are imitators. People who think they're like me, people who want to be like me people who maybe even wrestle in a similar style to me. But none of them have the full package that is me. None of them matches up to me. Not even some of the bigger names here. They don't know it yet and I'm not going to push it by claiming it as a certainty but we'll get a good look at it this sunday when I face the world champion, tv champion and a former Hardcore and Tag Team Champion.
*Dave walks slowly from in front of the Veyron towards the next car*
Dave: In the face of this competition you might think I'm a little outclassed. Especially when I'm partnered with Epic, former world champion that I've had the great honour of facing but a few weeks ago, and the legend that is Creeping Death. Where do I fit in here? I'll tell you where I fit in. In fact no.. I won't tell you.. this sunday I'm going to show you where I fit in. This match contains the majority of the top flight as far as I can tell. That's where I belong. Whoever booked this match has put a lot of faith in me with this and I'm not about to let them down, let alone let the fans down. My first WCF main event, and I sincerely hope it won't be my last. This is the perfect time to showcase myself, and it gives me the prime opportunity so rarely offered to competitors in such scenarios previous. I get to size up my pay per view opponent well in advance. I'd like to here offer my congratulations on your engagement and upcoming marriage, Mike. I recently also tied the knot and can tell you there's no feeling like it.
*Dave stops in front of a pick up truck*
Dave: But the most important thing you have to concentrate on now is if you want to retain that belt against me, you have to forget about your fiancé. If there's anything to distract you I'll utilise it. Anything at all and I will take the advantage with absolutely no remorse. If your first priority's not to the championship you don't deserve to hold it. And I'll be more than willing to take it from you. Free up some time for you to finally set that final date eh?
*Dave winks down the camera in a "You know what I'm talking about" way.*
Dave: Now this.. this is a Ford F-150. What does this represent you might ask? Strength? Look at me... do I look like I'm that strong? I'm not weak but that's just too much. Is it the size? No. Obviously not. But it is a characteristic usual of big strong men. Toughness. From the bullbars on the front to the hefty tyres at the back everything about this car screams out "Have a go... you won't even dent me". I'm just the same. In my life I've suffered several burdens, fought through many trials that I couldn't care to even mention... even gone so far as impaling my hands on barbed wire to wrench myself from a collapsed barbed wire cage wall. It takes a lot to defeat me and as of yet I am undefeated. While Epic may have won a match I participated in he failed to actually beat me. So that makes me both tough to catch and tough to kill if you do catch me. Tough combo that. But that's not all.
*Dave smiles as he moves now to the pride of this miniature collection.*
Dave: Those of you who are conneiseurs of the motor industry should recognise this car from the off. This is an Aston Martin DB9 Vanquish. It's a work of beauty isn't it? Is that what this represents in me? No. I'm a damn fine specimen of a human being but this is like Michaelangelo's David of the car world. This is everything else about me. The speed, the toughness but most importantly the style. This is a car that people can't help watching and with good reason. It performs and it does so consistently. It's more accessible to the common man but still something special. This.. is everything a car is, wants to be and frankly should be. The same can be said about me when it comes to being a wrestler... hell.. being a human being! The time is coming when Dave Holland's name is placed within the record books of the WCF and people will remember this 6 man tag as the match that placed Dave Holland right up there with the big boys. With your legends of the modern day sport. Champions of old, champions of now and champions of the future. I stand among them and I will lay a trail of ass kicking the likes of which will never be seen again!
*Dave hops into the aston martin. It's a convertible by the way.. he didn't just crack his head off the roof or anything. He starts the engine, it roars delightfully before settling to a gentle purr*
Dave: Well... until the next week.
*Dave flashes his trademark smile before revving the engine again and pulling away. Presumably he'll sne dother drivers for the other cars because this promo.. is over!*
