Post by daviddeangelo on Mar 17, 2007 10:01:07 GMT -6
::scene opens up, it is a beautiful March day and the camera is panning around an expansive property
the house is two stories and the backyard is overlooking a beautiful beach, lovely women are bathing in the sunlight, kids building sandcastles, and the tide is softly lapping at the golden sand
the early morning sun beats down on our own David DeAngelo, as he reclines back in a plastic lawn chair
David doesn't appear to be wearing anything at all, but the tanning screen in his hands is set at just the right angle to where he's getting the sunlight he desires, and we aren't getting any unneccessary views
DD is flanked by two women, one (a blonde) to his right who is filing his nails, and the other to his left (a brunette) holding the latest issue of PWI close so that David can read it, David turns to his left and spots the camera, David gestures to the brunette that he's done, he then slides his shades down to the end of his nose::
DD: Mmmm. Palm Beach. With it being March I felt it was about time I aquired a spring and summer home. And with the beautiful months of the year upon us, I felt Florida was a natural selection.
It just dawned on me recently. Who wants to spend the nicest months of the year...in Kansas? I have as much of a shot at enjoying my summer in Kansas as the Royals do of winning the Superbowl.
::the blonde leans over and whispers into David's ear::
DD: Football, basketball, whatever.
::the brunette looks up, she was idly flipping through the magazine, and shakes her head::
DD: They're all silly games anyway. Kansas...is strictly for my work. POW and the club. And while I enjoy my work, i enjoy it immensely as a matter of fact. When it's time to punch out, I have to mentally prepare myself for the dullness to come. Kansas is weak sauce, it's a dead town where people go and do their nine to five and then retire until their eventual death. And for David DeAngelo, that lifestyle isn't even near good enough.
And thus, the new house was bought, and here I am. Overlooking one of the most beautiful places in America. Which is a hang out spot for some of the most beautiful women in America. Hell I just found these two this morning.
:: The blonde continues on with the manicure while the brunette lays the magazine down, and hands DD his frosty beverage. David takes a sip from his ridiculously long pink twisty straw, which has beend made into the shape of a heart.::
DD: Now Lance, I read your little spot in PWI. It's nice, I really think you're coming along getting an interview like that. Lance you and I have a very important match, in the near future no less. And one of us is going to become the POW Television Champion. The first in that titles', i'm sure soon to be, storied legacy.
The Television Champion...when you think of POW on Television, you'll think of the television champion. It's the hardest championship to hold in this company by my view, simply by the fact that it gets defended more than any other. Hell Lance, when this match is over one of us is looking at our first title defense just next week! And there are gonna be more where that came from.
Do you think you can handle that kind of pressure Lance. I mean, people try to make you out to be many things. A Man's Man, a great amateur wrestler, a champion of the community. Or whatever else people want to say about you, I know the real truth Lance. What you are...is inconsistent. They may call me a useless playboy, posing as a pro wrestler. But you Lance...you're a mediocre wrestler, posing as a great one. You're not great Lance, you're just kinda...
::David makes a gesture with his hand::
DD: ...So-So. I proved that to you two weeks ago. I told you that I was more cerebral, and more imaginative in that ring. And I was right. You can wave around the fact that I cheated to win all you want to but the bottom line is this...I thought of it, and you didn't, I won, and you lost. And in this sport Lance, that's all that matters. And until you learn that for yourself, you're always going to be caught in mediocrity. You want to make me submit, you're hell bent on making me tap out in our upcoming match. That's all well and good, but you're looking right past the fact that this is a no disqualification match. And you wanna play by the rules? What kind of a horseman are you?
The four horsemen of old, would use any trick, any ploy, any loophole in order to win the match and bring glory to the team. Whether those victories are honorable or not, is irrelevant. There's a certain amount of pride that you put into your work Lance, and I can appreciate it. But the reality is, sometimes, you have to swallow that pride, and do what it takes to win a match. This is a no dq match, and you're going to put me in submission holds? And a new one you haven't used since college at that. Let me make a suggestion to you Lance, stop believing that having a wrestling match against me is so easy, and use the rules (or lack of rules in this case) to your advantage.
You wanna make me submit, that's great, but wouldn't it just be easier to waffle me with a melon baller or something, and just get the pin. Of course it would. This is just another example of how between those ropes, you'll never be as smart as I am Lance. You don't have the guts to be.
::David takes another sip of his drink before handing it off to the brunette::
DD: You want a victory over me that I can't dispute Lance. That's nice in theory, but if you continue down this one track minded, tunnel vision having, road of yours, than you'll never accomplish that feat. Like I said Lance, you're insonsistent. You're really good one night, and really poor the next, really good one night, kinda ok the next, really shitty one night, back to being kind of ok the next. You can't expect to make it in this sport like that. Even if you did beat me at All In, people would still look and say, "yeah, but what if they wrestled again tomorrow..." And they'd be right Lance, whether I tap out or not.
Quit being a boyscout for just one week Lance. Because helping some kids lift weights...by the way I'm not sure why being a wrestler gives you teaching degree Lance, you really taught for that entire class period? What's next fashion tips? Helping old ladies across the street, giving your change to bums, helping pick trash up off the beach, all of those things are great Lance, and I'm sure they'll earn you many merit bagdes. But they won't earn you a Television Championship, and certainly not over me.
You called me your buddy Lance. I'm not your buddy, I'm not anyone's buddy. A buddy is something that licks it's own ass and chases rabbits. I'm not your buddy, I'm not your pardner, i'm not your chum...but I'm also not your enemy, or your rival, or certainly even your friend. I'm just your opponent Lance. Your opponent at All In, and your opponent in the race for the Television Championship. And after I beat you Lance, don't think I'm looking back, whether I beat you straight up or through underhanded tactics, don't think I'm gonna miss one night of sleep over it. You're going back down the ladder, and I'm looking straight ahead to the upper echelon.
Three weeks ago, you caught me with egg on my face, along with flour, and some chocolate frosting, the following week, I caught you with blood on yours. The blood's gonna flow at All In Lance, some of mine I'm sure, but a whole lot of yours. I'm gonna bleed that macho man, boyscout, play by the rules, fan favorite shenanigans right out of you. And when I'm done, maybe then you'll act like a real horseman.
::David stands up, the camera pans accordingly to avoid any crotch shots::
DD: Like I said Lance, it was a nice article. But next time, try not to get one in the back of the book. And see if they'll give you more than two pages too.
::DD heads back up through the yard toward the patio, and he tosses the magazine in a trach can on his way, he opens the sliding door and he and the two ladies enter the house as the scene fades to black::
the house is two stories and the backyard is overlooking a beautiful beach, lovely women are bathing in the sunlight, kids building sandcastles, and the tide is softly lapping at the golden sand
the early morning sun beats down on our own David DeAngelo, as he reclines back in a plastic lawn chair
David doesn't appear to be wearing anything at all, but the tanning screen in his hands is set at just the right angle to where he's getting the sunlight he desires, and we aren't getting any unneccessary views
DD is flanked by two women, one (a blonde) to his right who is filing his nails, and the other to his left (a brunette) holding the latest issue of PWI close so that David can read it, David turns to his left and spots the camera, David gestures to the brunette that he's done, he then slides his shades down to the end of his nose::
DD: Mmmm. Palm Beach. With it being March I felt it was about time I aquired a spring and summer home. And with the beautiful months of the year upon us, I felt Florida was a natural selection.
It just dawned on me recently. Who wants to spend the nicest months of the year...in Kansas? I have as much of a shot at enjoying my summer in Kansas as the Royals do of winning the Superbowl.
::the blonde leans over and whispers into David's ear::
DD: Football, basketball, whatever.
::the brunette looks up, she was idly flipping through the magazine, and shakes her head::
DD: They're all silly games anyway. Kansas...is strictly for my work. POW and the club. And while I enjoy my work, i enjoy it immensely as a matter of fact. When it's time to punch out, I have to mentally prepare myself for the dullness to come. Kansas is weak sauce, it's a dead town where people go and do their nine to five and then retire until their eventual death. And for David DeAngelo, that lifestyle isn't even near good enough.
And thus, the new house was bought, and here I am. Overlooking one of the most beautiful places in America. Which is a hang out spot for some of the most beautiful women in America. Hell I just found these two this morning.
:: The blonde continues on with the manicure while the brunette lays the magazine down, and hands DD his frosty beverage. David takes a sip from his ridiculously long pink twisty straw, which has beend made into the shape of a heart.::
DD: Now Lance, I read your little spot in PWI. It's nice, I really think you're coming along getting an interview like that. Lance you and I have a very important match, in the near future no less. And one of us is going to become the POW Television Champion. The first in that titles', i'm sure soon to be, storied legacy.
The Television Champion...when you think of POW on Television, you'll think of the television champion. It's the hardest championship to hold in this company by my view, simply by the fact that it gets defended more than any other. Hell Lance, when this match is over one of us is looking at our first title defense just next week! And there are gonna be more where that came from.
Do you think you can handle that kind of pressure Lance. I mean, people try to make you out to be many things. A Man's Man, a great amateur wrestler, a champion of the community. Or whatever else people want to say about you, I know the real truth Lance. What you are...is inconsistent. They may call me a useless playboy, posing as a pro wrestler. But you Lance...you're a mediocre wrestler, posing as a great one. You're not great Lance, you're just kinda...
::David makes a gesture with his hand::
DD: ...So-So. I proved that to you two weeks ago. I told you that I was more cerebral, and more imaginative in that ring. And I was right. You can wave around the fact that I cheated to win all you want to but the bottom line is this...I thought of it, and you didn't, I won, and you lost. And in this sport Lance, that's all that matters. And until you learn that for yourself, you're always going to be caught in mediocrity. You want to make me submit, you're hell bent on making me tap out in our upcoming match. That's all well and good, but you're looking right past the fact that this is a no disqualification match. And you wanna play by the rules? What kind of a horseman are you?
The four horsemen of old, would use any trick, any ploy, any loophole in order to win the match and bring glory to the team. Whether those victories are honorable or not, is irrelevant. There's a certain amount of pride that you put into your work Lance, and I can appreciate it. But the reality is, sometimes, you have to swallow that pride, and do what it takes to win a match. This is a no dq match, and you're going to put me in submission holds? And a new one you haven't used since college at that. Let me make a suggestion to you Lance, stop believing that having a wrestling match against me is so easy, and use the rules (or lack of rules in this case) to your advantage.
You wanna make me submit, that's great, but wouldn't it just be easier to waffle me with a melon baller or something, and just get the pin. Of course it would. This is just another example of how between those ropes, you'll never be as smart as I am Lance. You don't have the guts to be.
::David takes another sip of his drink before handing it off to the brunette::
DD: You want a victory over me that I can't dispute Lance. That's nice in theory, but if you continue down this one track minded, tunnel vision having, road of yours, than you'll never accomplish that feat. Like I said Lance, you're insonsistent. You're really good one night, and really poor the next, really good one night, kinda ok the next, really shitty one night, back to being kind of ok the next. You can't expect to make it in this sport like that. Even if you did beat me at All In, people would still look and say, "yeah, but what if they wrestled again tomorrow..." And they'd be right Lance, whether I tap out or not.
Quit being a boyscout for just one week Lance. Because helping some kids lift weights...by the way I'm not sure why being a wrestler gives you teaching degree Lance, you really taught for that entire class period? What's next fashion tips? Helping old ladies across the street, giving your change to bums, helping pick trash up off the beach, all of those things are great Lance, and I'm sure they'll earn you many merit bagdes. But they won't earn you a Television Championship, and certainly not over me.
You called me your buddy Lance. I'm not your buddy, I'm not anyone's buddy. A buddy is something that licks it's own ass and chases rabbits. I'm not your buddy, I'm not your pardner, i'm not your chum...but I'm also not your enemy, or your rival, or certainly even your friend. I'm just your opponent Lance. Your opponent at All In, and your opponent in the race for the Television Championship. And after I beat you Lance, don't think I'm looking back, whether I beat you straight up or through underhanded tactics, don't think I'm gonna miss one night of sleep over it. You're going back down the ladder, and I'm looking straight ahead to the upper echelon.
Three weeks ago, you caught me with egg on my face, along with flour, and some chocolate frosting, the following week, I caught you with blood on yours. The blood's gonna flow at All In Lance, some of mine I'm sure, but a whole lot of yours. I'm gonna bleed that macho man, boyscout, play by the rules, fan favorite shenanigans right out of you. And when I'm done, maybe then you'll act like a real horseman.
::David stands up, the camera pans accordingly to avoid any crotch shots::
DD: Like I said Lance, it was a nice article. But next time, try not to get one in the back of the book. And see if they'll give you more than two pages too.
::DD heads back up through the yard toward the patio, and he tosses the magazine in a trach can on his way, he opens the sliding door and he and the two ladies enter the house as the scene fades to black::