Post by Dave Holland on Jun 23, 2007 9:41:38 GMT -5
*We're in a field. A vast green field that spreads over the hillside and beyond. We can hear the ocean and seagulls from around the area and as the camera turns around we can see that the field leads right up to a cliff edge. The camera looks down and sees the ocean spray leap up and actually place a few spots of water on the camera lens. The camera turns away and we now see in the distance the ruins of an old abbey. The camera blends to a closer shot of the front of this abbey. It looks up at where a great stained glass window would've once been, now covered in patches of moss and the stone fallen away in places. The camera pans down to see a man performing some manner of martial arts cata stood on a large block of stone.
Inside the floor has worn away in most places but there are places where boulders stand in the sandy ground. There's a peaceful tune playing on a stereo to one side, out of camera's view. Dave Holland then begins to speak, not once breaking his concentration as he moves smoothly from one technique to the next.*
Dave: Finally you've sought me out. I was wondering how long it would be. I guess it doesn't matter though, I'm not in any big stories, no big vendettas so why would people care right? I tried to be respectful, I tried to offer my hand to both of my opponents for sunday night.. I tried my damndest to for once actually talk directly with them both... and they snubbed me. Neither of them could spare five minutes to just size me up. Am I intimidating? I doubt it. In this business it's actually incredibly rare for someone to scare their opponents off from meeting them face to face so I'm not going to make the rookie comment that I've done so. No I'm perfectly well aware that the reason lies with their complete lack of respect for me and of course the people I stand for and fight for.
*Dave performs a smooth roundhouse kick before leaping from one stone to another, landing perfectly and performing a low sweeping kick all in one fluid movement*
Dave: After being left in that stadium on my own. After being forced to leave under a quiet and unrecorded apology to that crowd for my competitors complete disregard for all of them and myself, I went backstage. I actually went looking for either of them but neither could be found, presumably they weren't even there at the stadium. It was then that I saw Epic's interview. His big rant about who concerned him and who should watch out for him. Did he even think about the match this sunday? Hell no. Did the interviewer even ask him about this sunday's match? Why bother right? It's just two newcomers against this former world champ so he's just going to walk right through them with little to no thought right? So why bother asking?
*Dave backflips on the spot, landing on his hands and balancing perfectly in a stance similar to doing push ups but without feet touching the ground. Dave pushes hard on the ground and leaps back to his feet*
Dave: I'll tell you why. Because sunday night.. there's going to be an upset. Last week I showed Lance Ryan that he wasn't all that he thought he was cracked up to be. I chose the weakest link and defeated it, but the very fact Ryan couldn't stop me speaks volumes. Same thing is going to happen this sunday. I might not be putting Epic himself down for the count, but if he thinks he can stop me putting down the absent Salarose he's welcome to try. But if he thinks that means I'm not going to try and put him down... well... naivety is not a wrestler's greatest asset. People think that all it takes to be a great wrestler is strength and toughness.. possibly some agility. People never consider the smart wrestler. The intelligent wrestler, the one who fully sizes up his opposition and determines the very best way to beat them. The tactician. While it's obvious I'm a strongly athletic, agile and technical wrestler, those are not what make me as successful as I am. It's the maticulous thought process that goes into every single part of every single match that get's me the results. Nothing more, nothing less.
*Dave corkscrew flips from the piece of stone he's on and lands on the sandy floor. He walks over to the stereo and turns it off. He picks up a bottle of water from beside it and takes a swig*
Dave: But I do share the blood of my brother and my father. A rage burns inside me that none here have witnessed, nor I hope will ever witness. My brother who may well be coming here soon gives himself to his rage and uses that to make him an unstoppable monster in the wrestling ring. I use it in a far more channeled way. That's why I come to places like this, in Ireland, to calm myself. I find iner peace so that I have full control. Control over myself... control over my surroundings.. and especially control over my competitors. The second you step into the same ring as me you become mine. The second you place a hand upon me, you become my immediate concern. The second you get my full attention is the beginning of the end of your participation in the match. I might have to look away occasionally in this match.. but rest assured.. both of your times will come and I will advance my name further into the WCF's eye. The day will come when I am the be all and end all of the WCF.. and when those days come to fruition all will rejoice in just what has become of the WCF. Ultimate in entertainment. Foremost in talent. Spearheaded by the best there is anytime, anyplace. But that's a time not yet come. Look for me on the horizon. It's just a matter of time. What better way to start than by taking down a former champ.. the v5 champ.
*Dave winks at the camera before walking off camera and the scene fades to black*
Inside the floor has worn away in most places but there are places where boulders stand in the sandy ground. There's a peaceful tune playing on a stereo to one side, out of camera's view. Dave Holland then begins to speak, not once breaking his concentration as he moves smoothly from one technique to the next.*
Dave: Finally you've sought me out. I was wondering how long it would be. I guess it doesn't matter though, I'm not in any big stories, no big vendettas so why would people care right? I tried to be respectful, I tried to offer my hand to both of my opponents for sunday night.. I tried my damndest to for once actually talk directly with them both... and they snubbed me. Neither of them could spare five minutes to just size me up. Am I intimidating? I doubt it. In this business it's actually incredibly rare for someone to scare their opponents off from meeting them face to face so I'm not going to make the rookie comment that I've done so. No I'm perfectly well aware that the reason lies with their complete lack of respect for me and of course the people I stand for and fight for.
*Dave performs a smooth roundhouse kick before leaping from one stone to another, landing perfectly and performing a low sweeping kick all in one fluid movement*
Dave: After being left in that stadium on my own. After being forced to leave under a quiet and unrecorded apology to that crowd for my competitors complete disregard for all of them and myself, I went backstage. I actually went looking for either of them but neither could be found, presumably they weren't even there at the stadium. It was then that I saw Epic's interview. His big rant about who concerned him and who should watch out for him. Did he even think about the match this sunday? Hell no. Did the interviewer even ask him about this sunday's match? Why bother right? It's just two newcomers against this former world champ so he's just going to walk right through them with little to no thought right? So why bother asking?
*Dave backflips on the spot, landing on his hands and balancing perfectly in a stance similar to doing push ups but without feet touching the ground. Dave pushes hard on the ground and leaps back to his feet*
Dave: I'll tell you why. Because sunday night.. there's going to be an upset. Last week I showed Lance Ryan that he wasn't all that he thought he was cracked up to be. I chose the weakest link and defeated it, but the very fact Ryan couldn't stop me speaks volumes. Same thing is going to happen this sunday. I might not be putting Epic himself down for the count, but if he thinks he can stop me putting down the absent Salarose he's welcome to try. But if he thinks that means I'm not going to try and put him down... well... naivety is not a wrestler's greatest asset. People think that all it takes to be a great wrestler is strength and toughness.. possibly some agility. People never consider the smart wrestler. The intelligent wrestler, the one who fully sizes up his opposition and determines the very best way to beat them. The tactician. While it's obvious I'm a strongly athletic, agile and technical wrestler, those are not what make me as successful as I am. It's the maticulous thought process that goes into every single part of every single match that get's me the results. Nothing more, nothing less.
*Dave corkscrew flips from the piece of stone he's on and lands on the sandy floor. He walks over to the stereo and turns it off. He picks up a bottle of water from beside it and takes a swig*
Dave: But I do share the blood of my brother and my father. A rage burns inside me that none here have witnessed, nor I hope will ever witness. My brother who may well be coming here soon gives himself to his rage and uses that to make him an unstoppable monster in the wrestling ring. I use it in a far more channeled way. That's why I come to places like this, in Ireland, to calm myself. I find iner peace so that I have full control. Control over myself... control over my surroundings.. and especially control over my competitors. The second you step into the same ring as me you become mine. The second you place a hand upon me, you become my immediate concern. The second you get my full attention is the beginning of the end of your participation in the match. I might have to look away occasionally in this match.. but rest assured.. both of your times will come and I will advance my name further into the WCF's eye. The day will come when I am the be all and end all of the WCF.. and when those days come to fruition all will rejoice in just what has become of the WCF. Ultimate in entertainment. Foremost in talent. Spearheaded by the best there is anytime, anyplace. But that's a time not yet come. Look for me on the horizon. It's just a matter of time. What better way to start than by taking down a former champ.. the v5 champ.
*Dave winks at the camera before walking off camera and the scene fades to black*
