Post by daviddeangelo on Mar 19, 2007 22:30:55 GMT -6
::scene cuts in, we are back in Kansas, and the camera has once again found itself outside of Peeping Tom's club, which has now been changed to David's Devils Club.
The cameras switch and we are now inside the building and we find that David has revamped the place to be a male strip club, as well as a bar. The club is full of people and the music is pumping through the stereo, and a man is on stage wearing some kind of knights of the round gimmick but he's half nude anyway so it's hard to tell
David is seated at the bar and is sitting next to an attractive black girl.::
Girl: Like I said, these guys obviously don't know anything about the group that they're trying to represent at all.
DD: How does a gal like you get a job at PWI anyway? I mean no offense, but with the way you reminisce of the horsemen of old, you talk just like a guy, not to sound chauvinistic.
Girl: No, trust me I get it all the time. By the way Dave, I love what you've done with the club, nice way to make it more of a unisex kinda place ya know.
DD: Well, that was the idea. This Erickson guy really thinks that he's got the whole thing figured out. I mean he sounds like he misses me. The fact that i've only been on television once these past two weeks. And the leopard skin thong. I appreciate the print. I appreciate the fact that he's taking some tips on swimwear from me, but David DeAngelo NEVER wears a thong.
Girl: And why is that exactly?
DD: I heard they give you a yeast infection or something, hope he's alright. Whatever this obsession he has with me is, it kind of creeps me out. He needs a hobby or something. Maybe building model airplanes, or playing card games or something.
Girl: Or maybe watching old horsemen interviews and matches. Ya know, to see how those guys are supposed to act.
DD: Good one. Well, it's been awful nice talking to you miss. But unfortunately i've got a club to run. And Sir Loin looks like he's just about to finish up.
::the crowd screams as Sir Loin removes the last of his clothing off camera::
DD: And there's ole excalibur...
Girl: (laughing) Nice talking to you too, I appreciate being able to go out for a night without guys trying to pick me up.
DD: Well, the night is young my dear. You stay here, and i'll be back later on. Mmmm. Keep up the good work at the magazine.
::David gets up from his seat and he touches her cheek with his fingertips before walking off
he moves through the crowd of people, a random guy shouts to him::
Guy: Hey Dave, what was with that thong on Erickson, wasn't he in the tub with another dude?
DD: Yeah, and they question my sexual preference!
::the guy laughs and David continues on toward his office, he almost gets there, but he's stopped by a man holding a phone::
Guy with Phone: Dave, some guy needs to talk to you. He says he's one of your trainers, has something improtant to talk to you about.
DD: I'll take it in my office.
::DD half runs to his office and clicks on his speaker phone::
DD: Hey I'm here.
Voice: Hey David, it's Caesar. Caesar Cohen. Look i've got some glum news for you.
DD: Hey teach! Didn't think i'd be hearing from you anytime soon, what's the matter?
Caesar: It's Antonio...he died last night.
DD: What?! How!?
Caesar: Well, he was a smoker ya know. He never really let anyone see him sick. Especially while we were training you, but he had it real bad. He finally just gave up last night.
DD: Gave up...
Caesar: Antonio was a fighter to the end. But he just couldn't live on anymore. You know he's not a quitter, he and I taught you to be the same way.
DD: .......
Caesar: Look Dave I'm really sorry. I know you've got this match coming up. We follow you with the internet and all.
DD: I'm coming home to see him before my match on Thursday. I won't be making the funeral i'm afraid.
Caesar: Well of course. You've got yourself a Television Championship to win.
DD: You're damn right about that Ceaz. Look, I'll be out there tomorrow, i'm leaving tonight.
Caesar: Alright Dave, we'll see you then. Good bye.
DD: Don't tell me good bye Ceaz, we'll just say see ya soon...
Caesar: See ya soon then.
::the phone clicks and all that can be heard is the dial tone, David stares at the speaker just listening to the annoying sound for a moment before he reaches over and clicks it off.
David grabs his jacket from his desk chair and heads back out, he ignores the guy dressed as a cop on stage and breezes through the crowd
he passes the PWI lady at the bar again and turns on his heel to talk to her again::
DD: Look, i'm really sorry. I really wanted to get to know you better but something rather serious has come up. Here's my card, give me a call after All In, we'll meet up again Ms.....
Girl: Call me Gail.
::DD nods and leaves her there as he heads out the door and hops into his car, he pulls out of his spot and speeds off toward the airport as the scene fades to black::
The cameras switch and we are now inside the building and we find that David has revamped the place to be a male strip club, as well as a bar. The club is full of people and the music is pumping through the stereo, and a man is on stage wearing some kind of knights of the round gimmick but he's half nude anyway so it's hard to tell
David is seated at the bar and is sitting next to an attractive black girl.::
Girl: Like I said, these guys obviously don't know anything about the group that they're trying to represent at all.
DD: How does a gal like you get a job at PWI anyway? I mean no offense, but with the way you reminisce of the horsemen of old, you talk just like a guy, not to sound chauvinistic.
Girl: No, trust me I get it all the time. By the way Dave, I love what you've done with the club, nice way to make it more of a unisex kinda place ya know.
DD: Well, that was the idea. This Erickson guy really thinks that he's got the whole thing figured out. I mean he sounds like he misses me. The fact that i've only been on television once these past two weeks. And the leopard skin thong. I appreciate the print. I appreciate the fact that he's taking some tips on swimwear from me, but David DeAngelo NEVER wears a thong.
Girl: And why is that exactly?
DD: I heard they give you a yeast infection or something, hope he's alright. Whatever this obsession he has with me is, it kind of creeps me out. He needs a hobby or something. Maybe building model airplanes, or playing card games or something.
Girl: Or maybe watching old horsemen interviews and matches. Ya know, to see how those guys are supposed to act.
DD: Good one. Well, it's been awful nice talking to you miss. But unfortunately i've got a club to run. And Sir Loin looks like he's just about to finish up.
::the crowd screams as Sir Loin removes the last of his clothing off camera::
DD: And there's ole excalibur...
Girl: (laughing) Nice talking to you too, I appreciate being able to go out for a night without guys trying to pick me up.
DD: Well, the night is young my dear. You stay here, and i'll be back later on. Mmmm. Keep up the good work at the magazine.
::David gets up from his seat and he touches her cheek with his fingertips before walking off
he moves through the crowd of people, a random guy shouts to him::
Guy: Hey Dave, what was with that thong on Erickson, wasn't he in the tub with another dude?
DD: Yeah, and they question my sexual preference!
::the guy laughs and David continues on toward his office, he almost gets there, but he's stopped by a man holding a phone::
Guy with Phone: Dave, some guy needs to talk to you. He says he's one of your trainers, has something improtant to talk to you about.
DD: I'll take it in my office.
::DD half runs to his office and clicks on his speaker phone::
DD: Hey I'm here.
Voice: Hey David, it's Caesar. Caesar Cohen. Look i've got some glum news for you.
DD: Hey teach! Didn't think i'd be hearing from you anytime soon, what's the matter?
Caesar: It's Antonio...he died last night.
DD: What?! How!?
Caesar: Well, he was a smoker ya know. He never really let anyone see him sick. Especially while we were training you, but he had it real bad. He finally just gave up last night.
DD: Gave up...
Caesar: Antonio was a fighter to the end. But he just couldn't live on anymore. You know he's not a quitter, he and I taught you to be the same way.
DD: .......
Caesar: Look Dave I'm really sorry. I know you've got this match coming up. We follow you with the internet and all.
DD: I'm coming home to see him before my match on Thursday. I won't be making the funeral i'm afraid.
Caesar: Well of course. You've got yourself a Television Championship to win.
DD: You're damn right about that Ceaz. Look, I'll be out there tomorrow, i'm leaving tonight.
Caesar: Alright Dave, we'll see you then. Good bye.
DD: Don't tell me good bye Ceaz, we'll just say see ya soon...
Caesar: See ya soon then.
::the phone clicks and all that can be heard is the dial tone, David stares at the speaker just listening to the annoying sound for a moment before he reaches over and clicks it off.
David grabs his jacket from his desk chair and heads back out, he ignores the guy dressed as a cop on stage and breezes through the crowd
he passes the PWI lady at the bar again and turns on his heel to talk to her again::
DD: Look, i'm really sorry. I really wanted to get to know you better but something rather serious has come up. Here's my card, give me a call after All In, we'll meet up again Ms.....
Girl: Call me Gail.
::DD nods and leaves her there as he heads out the door and hops into his car, he pulls out of his spot and speeds off toward the airport as the scene fades to black::