Post by Dave Holland on Jul 22, 2007 9:35:27 GMT -5
*Welcome back sports fans. When we left the scene our plucky hero, Dave Holland was trapped in a crowd of psychotic Ultimate Fighting Championship nutcases who'd just witnessed our very own Dave Holland floor and furthermore, disassembled the face of one of their own.
Being held back by two semi-large men, what is to be of our he5ro and aspiring TV Champ?
The 'official' for proceedings is glaring at Dave, his face burning red with rage. Unknown to any of us this guy was in fact his brother. He literally tears his shirt from his chest, revealing himself as a fighter himself. Suddenly the two men from before leap into the ring protesting as the 'official' begins to move towards Dave*
Johnny & Vince: Woah woah woah woah woah
Vince: Let's think about this here...
Johnny: Yeah, I mean come on this IS a fighting club, Dave didn't break any rules, man.
Vince: So what do you say? Eh? Live and let...
*Vince spots the state of the guy on the floor as he rolls to his back exposing his shattered face*
Vince: Dang... Dave, man, that is nasty. That guy's never going to be able to face himself in the mirror again.
*Johnny slaps Vince on the arm*
Johnny: Not helping!
Vince: Oh come on, we all know how this is going to end don't we?
*Johnny shakes his head, looking down to the floor*
Johny: Yeah. There's no way round it really is there?
*Suddenly both Johnny and Vince turn and straight punch the two men holding Dave. They fall back, releasing Dave as they do so. Dave leaps through the air, clearing the shoulders of his two friends. The camera switches to slow motion, almost stationary as it cycles around Dave to show the 'official' suddenly wielding a metal pipe, swinging it at Johnny and Vince. Dave however is lying flat in the air, his feet aimed at the pipe swinger.
The camera suddenly switches to real time and Dave connects a dropkick to the face of the pipe swinger. At this point all hell breaks loose and the entire room springs to life, Dave, Johnny and Vince in the middle of it. They start fighting their way to the door but then the scene pauses.
The camera zooms out to show the TV that this video is being played on. Sat on the desk beside the TV is none other than Dave Holland. He throws the remote over his shoulder and it lands in a padded drawer that he leaves open for such occasions. Dave's face bears a smile and a single white strip over his eyebrow where he was cut in that brawl. He is dressed in a white shirt under a black suit. He now talks*
Dave: That... was the most fun I've had in a single night for a very long time. But why broadcast it? Other than an interesting and entertaining piece of promotion I like to think it shows an alternative method of training. Training by doing. Pushing the body, mind and spirit to the full extent and then push it even further. It's the kind of experience you can't get from just training in a gym or in a non-competitive environment. The best competition you can have is the kind that doesn't stop. The kind that wants to see you dead and buried. Exactly the kind of psychos you just witnessed in that video.
*Dave gestures to the screen which still shows the huge brawl*
Dave: And after all of that, I came out with just this cut on my brow. In a fight like that, I call that a win. Johnny and Vince came out with a few more bruises and cuts but the three of us fought our way out of there and got away with little more hassle. Some people might speculate that that was totally staged and rehearsed but let me remind you of the man I decimated in the ring. What manner of prosthetics can change from perfectly normal to butchered in such a short space of time? And if no prosthetics were used who would volunteer their very li9velihood on the exposure? No one.
*Dave stands and begins strolling through his office trying his best to hide his ever so slight limp*
Dave: But what you saw there, the man you saw slamming that poor soul's face into the concrete over and over again.. that man was not 100% me. People who watch me, who know me, who support me will know that the quality I value above all else is control. That was a man who'd lost his control and given in to his rage. It doesn't happen often but when pushed to the wire that's what can happen. It's relentless. Unstoppable. A weakness and strength both but one I'd rather avoid if at all possible.It's source is rather.. complicated, but I'm sure more will be explained next week.
*Dave now makes his way around to the back of his desk, pondering what wonders will be beheld next week*
Dave: But that's then.. this is now. This sunday night, Mike Ragnal will have nothing to fear from me during the match, nor indeed after. I'm an honourable individual and to attack him now would take away from the victory over him next week. I don't want that, I'm sure he doesn't want that and I'm almost certain that the crowd doesn't want that. So all those people whispering in the background how he can't trust me, had best get their facts straigjht. Dave Holland wrestles well.. he wrestles fair and he wrestles with every fibre of his being. The only people that need worry about me are Torture and JJ Biggs.
*Dave falls into his chair and fishes a bottle of whiskey and a glass from a desk drawer. he pours some for himself*
Dave: Now, while I've been away galavanting about with my escapades, it has come to my attention that I have been all but ignored by both of these men. I'd like to ask a very important question about this. Why? I understand that they're both former world champions but all the same they both have that pesky 'former' tag in front of it. They're not the world champion, either of them. Nor, in fact, are either of them any manner of champion.. that credit can only go to Mr Ragnal. Therefore how either can claim to be the best in the business is beyond me. They have shown no respect at all. Maybe that's because they feel I must earn it, maybe because they're arrogant scum.. the kind I can't bear. Or maybe their egos are just so damn big that they can't see beyond their monolithic crania. I'm not going to demand respect but the least I could ask is the respect to be considered at least present. Don't dismiss me on your zero amount of experience of me and especially don't dismiss me because I have money. The money is inconsequential and frankly none of your damn conern, JJ. If I bought my way into this company I'd like to think Seth Lerch would have more sense than to put me in main event after main event for the last three events I've been in. The crudentials are there if you look hard enough for them... and those credentials should be of very great concern to you and anyone who enters the ring with me as their opponent.
*Dave drinks the small amount of whiskey poured in one go. He replaces the bottle and glass into the drawer for another time. He picks up a tie and places it around his neck, starting to do it up.*
Dave: Especially when they haven't even looked at them. I have enough weapons in my arsenal without adding the element of surprise to the list. So here's my advice to you 'pros'. You go away... you watch my tapes. You take what you can and you bring it to the ring sunday night.
*Dave spots a clock to the side. He taps it to make sure it's working and it is. It states the date as the 19th, Thursday. He then finishes doing his tie.*
Dave: And then you watch as it makes no difference. I garuntee that if you do win sunday night it will not be over me. I am as of yet undefeated here.. and I have absolutely no intention of changing that any time soon.
*Another set of footsteps can be heard wearing high heels. A womans voice speaks*
Mel: Aren't you ready yet?
Dave: I think I've said all I need to. Don't you?
Mel: Well I don't know.. you hate it when I'm here watching you do one of these things.
Dave: Not you.. I was talking to those guys.
*Dave gestures to the camera... which nods up and down*
Dave: Not you... I meant.. oh forget it. If you'll excuse me... I have some grovelling to do.
*Dave walks over to Mel and takes her arm in his. The two walk along towards the exit.*
Mel: Grovelling huh?... I could get used to this.
Dave: Don't. I don't screw up that often.
Mel: ... I see... So it was just the cut on your forehead was it?
Dave: That's right.
*The scene fades to black*
...
...
Mel: So how come you're limping?
Dave: Dammit!
*End*
Being held back by two semi-large men, what is to be of our he5ro and aspiring TV Champ?
The 'official' for proceedings is glaring at Dave, his face burning red with rage. Unknown to any of us this guy was in fact his brother. He literally tears his shirt from his chest, revealing himself as a fighter himself. Suddenly the two men from before leap into the ring protesting as the 'official' begins to move towards Dave*
Johnny & Vince: Woah woah woah woah woah
Vince: Let's think about this here...
Johnny: Yeah, I mean come on this IS a fighting club, Dave didn't break any rules, man.
Vince: So what do you say? Eh? Live and let...
*Vince spots the state of the guy on the floor as he rolls to his back exposing his shattered face*
Vince: Dang... Dave, man, that is nasty. That guy's never going to be able to face himself in the mirror again.
*Johnny slaps Vince on the arm*
Johnny: Not helping!
Vince: Oh come on, we all know how this is going to end don't we?
*Johnny shakes his head, looking down to the floor*
Johny: Yeah. There's no way round it really is there?
*Suddenly both Johnny and Vince turn and straight punch the two men holding Dave. They fall back, releasing Dave as they do so. Dave leaps through the air, clearing the shoulders of his two friends. The camera switches to slow motion, almost stationary as it cycles around Dave to show the 'official' suddenly wielding a metal pipe, swinging it at Johnny and Vince. Dave however is lying flat in the air, his feet aimed at the pipe swinger.
The camera suddenly switches to real time and Dave connects a dropkick to the face of the pipe swinger. At this point all hell breaks loose and the entire room springs to life, Dave, Johnny and Vince in the middle of it. They start fighting their way to the door but then the scene pauses.
The camera zooms out to show the TV that this video is being played on. Sat on the desk beside the TV is none other than Dave Holland. He throws the remote over his shoulder and it lands in a padded drawer that he leaves open for such occasions. Dave's face bears a smile and a single white strip over his eyebrow where he was cut in that brawl. He is dressed in a white shirt under a black suit. He now talks*
Dave: That... was the most fun I've had in a single night for a very long time. But why broadcast it? Other than an interesting and entertaining piece of promotion I like to think it shows an alternative method of training. Training by doing. Pushing the body, mind and spirit to the full extent and then push it even further. It's the kind of experience you can't get from just training in a gym or in a non-competitive environment. The best competition you can have is the kind that doesn't stop. The kind that wants to see you dead and buried. Exactly the kind of psychos you just witnessed in that video.
*Dave gestures to the screen which still shows the huge brawl*
Dave: And after all of that, I came out with just this cut on my brow. In a fight like that, I call that a win. Johnny and Vince came out with a few more bruises and cuts but the three of us fought our way out of there and got away with little more hassle. Some people might speculate that that was totally staged and rehearsed but let me remind you of the man I decimated in the ring. What manner of prosthetics can change from perfectly normal to butchered in such a short space of time? And if no prosthetics were used who would volunteer their very li9velihood on the exposure? No one.
*Dave stands and begins strolling through his office trying his best to hide his ever so slight limp*
Dave: But what you saw there, the man you saw slamming that poor soul's face into the concrete over and over again.. that man was not 100% me. People who watch me, who know me, who support me will know that the quality I value above all else is control. That was a man who'd lost his control and given in to his rage. It doesn't happen often but when pushed to the wire that's what can happen. It's relentless. Unstoppable. A weakness and strength both but one I'd rather avoid if at all possible.It's source is rather.. complicated, but I'm sure more will be explained next week.
*Dave now makes his way around to the back of his desk, pondering what wonders will be beheld next week*
Dave: But that's then.. this is now. This sunday night, Mike Ragnal will have nothing to fear from me during the match, nor indeed after. I'm an honourable individual and to attack him now would take away from the victory over him next week. I don't want that, I'm sure he doesn't want that and I'm almost certain that the crowd doesn't want that. So all those people whispering in the background how he can't trust me, had best get their facts straigjht. Dave Holland wrestles well.. he wrestles fair and he wrestles with every fibre of his being. The only people that need worry about me are Torture and JJ Biggs.
*Dave falls into his chair and fishes a bottle of whiskey and a glass from a desk drawer. he pours some for himself*
Dave: Now, while I've been away galavanting about with my escapades, it has come to my attention that I have been all but ignored by both of these men. I'd like to ask a very important question about this. Why? I understand that they're both former world champions but all the same they both have that pesky 'former' tag in front of it. They're not the world champion, either of them. Nor, in fact, are either of them any manner of champion.. that credit can only go to Mr Ragnal. Therefore how either can claim to be the best in the business is beyond me. They have shown no respect at all. Maybe that's because they feel I must earn it, maybe because they're arrogant scum.. the kind I can't bear. Or maybe their egos are just so damn big that they can't see beyond their monolithic crania. I'm not going to demand respect but the least I could ask is the respect to be considered at least present. Don't dismiss me on your zero amount of experience of me and especially don't dismiss me because I have money. The money is inconsequential and frankly none of your damn conern, JJ. If I bought my way into this company I'd like to think Seth Lerch would have more sense than to put me in main event after main event for the last three events I've been in. The crudentials are there if you look hard enough for them... and those credentials should be of very great concern to you and anyone who enters the ring with me as their opponent.
*Dave drinks the small amount of whiskey poured in one go. He replaces the bottle and glass into the drawer for another time. He picks up a tie and places it around his neck, starting to do it up.*
Dave: Especially when they haven't even looked at them. I have enough weapons in my arsenal without adding the element of surprise to the list. So here's my advice to you 'pros'. You go away... you watch my tapes. You take what you can and you bring it to the ring sunday night.
*Dave spots a clock to the side. He taps it to make sure it's working and it is. It states the date as the 19th, Thursday. He then finishes doing his tie.*
Dave: And then you watch as it makes no difference. I garuntee that if you do win sunday night it will not be over me. I am as of yet undefeated here.. and I have absolutely no intention of changing that any time soon.
*Another set of footsteps can be heard wearing high heels. A womans voice speaks*
Mel: Aren't you ready yet?
Dave: I think I've said all I need to. Don't you?
Mel: Well I don't know.. you hate it when I'm here watching you do one of these things.
Dave: Not you.. I was talking to those guys.
*Dave gestures to the camera... which nods up and down*
Dave: Not you... I meant.. oh forget it. If you'll excuse me... I have some grovelling to do.
*Dave walks over to Mel and takes her arm in his. The two walk along towards the exit.*
Mel: Grovelling huh?... I could get used to this.
Dave: Don't. I don't screw up that often.
Mel: ... I see... So it was just the cut on your forehead was it?
Dave: That's right.
*The scene fades to black*
...
...
Mel: So how come you're limping?
Dave: Dammit!
*End*
