Post by daviddeangelo on Feb 20, 2007 22:39:26 GMT -6
::the camera cuts in we are back on the plane, and David DeAngelo is walking down the aisle to return to his seat, along the way he seems to be stuffing some sort of undergarment into his pants pocket
immediately after David retakes his position next to the cameraman, the attractive young stewardess comes through the sliding bathroom door next, moving quickly over to the intercom system, fixing her skirt and hair while she moves::
*DING*
Stewardess: (sounding slightly out of breath) Ladies and Gentlemen, you’re captain has asked that you notice the fasten seatbelt sign has been turned on as we begin our approach into Kansas City. In just a few moments we will be asking you to return your seatbacks and tray tables to their original position.
::David turns to the camera::
DD: You know, I really love these first class flights. They really go ALL the way to see to it that you’re comfortable. *WINK*
::the announcement is made and all seat backs and tray tables are returned as they make their final approach toward Kansas City, David meanwhile has taken to leaving his seatback firmly reclined just like it was, and rather than talk, he’s been occupying himself with a Sky Mall magazine instead::
DD: You know they make these little ramps for your dogs, so that they can get up onto furniture easier……….it’s so cute!
::the plane lands smoothly along the runway, the stewardess gets on again and asks that everyone please remain seated until they have completely taxied to their gate
the plane comes to a complete stop, and all you hear are three hundred clicks going off simultaneously as everyone removes their safety belts
David, having no carry on luggage, just the camera man, gets up first and drags the unfortunate POW worker to his feet
They approach the front of the plane, and the stewardess is waiting their for them, she greets them with a warm smile and a quick goodbye, David however stops in his tracks after exiting the plane, he turns and whistles to get her attention, when she turns he whips the panties out of his pocket quickly, she giggles too herself a little and he gives her a kiss face as she tells him to get out of here jokingly::
DD: See, it’s things like that, that women love. Those little extra things you do. Oh, what’s this…
::David looks ahead down the tarmac and notices an attractive young face looking at him through the small glass window in the door, a flash goes off behind her telling David that a cameraman is out there as well::
DD: Looks like my adoring public is meeting me at the door, mmmm.
::David pushes the door open and the camera man quickly follows through before the door closes on him
the young woman is clad in a brown knee length skirt and white button down shirt, her hair is a bit unkempt, you can tell she’s been running around quite a bit to find the right gate
her and her photographer approach David::
Reporter: Mr. DeAngelo, hi! I’m Becky Larkin from the Local Post, I’m covering the story of the local wrestling show taking place this Thursday. Do you mind if I get a few comments?
DD: Certainly David DeAngelo can answer a few questions, for an attractive young reporter such as yourself, aaah.
::Ms. Larkin looks at DD oddly before continuing on::
Ms. Larkin: All…..right. First off welcome to Kansas City, heck welcome to America. Now, on Thursday you’ll be taking on three competitors in a four corner’s match in what is being called a proving grounds match. We know you’ve spent the last several days speaking on your opponents in this match, but do you think you could give us a little piece, ya know, just for the paper?
DD: One.
Ms. Larkin: I’m sorry.
DD: One……..i’ve really only been talking about one of my opponents.
Ms. Larkin: Well, wh…..
DD: No, no, let me finish. I’ve only been talking about one of them, because only one other man in this match seems to give a damn that they’re even involved. And that, of course, is Black.
Riot, is a joke. A waste of a spot on this card. His heart obviously isn’t in this match on Thursday, and my guess is Black and I are going to make him a non factor, pretty early on.
Dan Real, this is Real’s last match in this company for a while. He’s taking some personal time to himself to do whatever it is people do when they aren’t good enough in this business to stick around………oh that’s right, they start music careers, or stay home and paint pretty pictures. I love art Ms. Larkin, but Danny’s new found hobbies aren’t going to help him in this match. I expect a disappointing performance on the part of Real, seeing as he’s out the door after Thursday night, once again, a non-factor to this whole opera that Black and I have created with each other. And I expect by the time the crescendo of this particular opera hits, Dan Real, much like Riot, will already be out of commission.
::David goes complacent, looking at Ms. Larkin awaiting her next question::
Ms. Larkin: Well…..erm…….what about Black?
DD: What about him?
Ms. Larkin: You haven’t mentioned anything about him yet.
DD: OH!, gosh, I’ve been throwing so many verbal beatings on him the last few days that I kind of have trouble remembering times that I wasn’t putting him down. There aren’t a whole lot of things left to say about Twinkle Toes. I mean yeah, throwing insults at him is sure fun, not to mention extremely easy. I mean, if I had an empty gun to shoot him with, he’s handing me the clip.
It’s not a secret that he’s quite contradictory to himself. It’s also not a secret, that he’s not very quick and when he finds himself in a rut in this verbal war of ours, his only way out is to make very pathetic comments attempting to save a little bit of his dignity.
::DD puts on a very fake deep voice, much like Low Ki’s::
DD: “I wasn’t calling you a playboy Dave, I was just saying that playboy’s like you are ruining this business…….oops, botched it again”. Ha Ha! It's been very amusing.
::David drops the fake voice::
DD: Nice try Black, but I saw right through that little white lie. Ha Ha! Heck, even if it WAS true, even if you weren’t talking about me, I suggest you start thinking about me, and you start thinking about me in a big way. The match isn’t too far off, and it’s not good for you to be letting your mind wander off to OTHER playboy’s, when the biggest one of all is standing right in front of you. Mmmmmm.
Ya see Black, remember a few days ago, when I told you to save all of those five dollar bills up in a jar on your fridge? …………………You don’t, well what did I say about sniffing glue? ……………………….Of course you don’t remember that either. Bottom line is, don’t worry about saving the money anymore Black, because I’ve got the perfect career path all thought out for you.
::David pauses for a moment::
DD: With all the contradictions, and all of the sorry copouts that you’ve come up with, I honestly think, that you’re lowest point in this little drama of ours is your uncanny ability to repeat yourself. That’s right, you tell the same story every time you’re on television. “You’re a tough fighter”, “you’re a great karate fighter”, “you have no time to enjoy a woman in your bed, or a glass of wine in your had because you’re too busy training”. That’s you’re whole story Black……..the whole thing. And you’re ability to repeat what you say over, and over, and over, AND over again. As well as your ability to repeat the things I’ve said to make your so called “point”, when in reality all your doing is making mine for me. With all of that brought to the front line, it is my personal belief, that the best career field for you……….would be…….life………as a parrot. That’s right a parrot, a smelly and useless animal that serves no other purpose other than to annoy the hell out of any it happens to be in a room with.
Ms. Larkin: Mr. DeAngelo, don’t you think that’s a little harsh?
::DD slides his infamous shades to the end of his nose and looks Ms. Larkin dead in the eyes::
DD: Ms. Larkin, I’ve only begun. When I said, in regards to whether or not the allegations that I am gay or bisexual are true, that it didn’t matter because it had nothing to do with what happens in that ring. What was Black’s response?
Ms. Larkin: Well, I don’t really kno……..
DD: I’ll tell you what it was! His exact words, verbatim were, “As far as your sexual preferance goes I don't see how it benefits me or this match so why does it matter anyway.” Now, Ms. Larkin, you tell me, what does that make Black sound like?
Ms. Larkin: Well……..a………parrot I guess.
DD: Exactly right, thank you.
::David takes Ms. Larkin’s hand into his own and gives it a peck::
DD: Now, as far as my playboy status is concerned and this whole women don’t distract him thing. Here’s the real truth. They distract everyone Black and I do mean everyone. It’s not a bad thing that it is in our human nature to reproduce, and it’s also not a bad thing that the task at which you have to go through in order to reproduce is so fun. Mmmmm. I don’t care if it’s you, a guy working at a grocery store, a priest, a cop, it doesn’t matter who, we ALL want some woman in our lives, in some capacity.
Actually, let me allow myself to rephrase my own comment just a little bit. The only men, that truly want nothing to do with women, are the one’s that are afraid. Sexually I mean. And this stems from one of a few reasons. A. They’ve been criticized for their sexual performance time and time again. B. They are criticized for the size of their member. Or C., and I think this is the one that probably applies to you my esteemed opponent. C. Virgins. That’s right Black, I actually believe this about you. Let’s face it everyone’s scared their first time, so the way they deal with it is they avoid it completely. That is until their forty years old, and still haven’t laid any pipe yet, that’s when even I begin to worry about people.
It’s actually quite the analogy. Your first time in the ring with me, can be compared to first roll in the hay. It’s scary, a little bit intimidating, but if given the right person, it can be a truly beautiful thing. Now, I know that someone like you would say something akin to “It’s over too fast, and overall doesn’t live up to the hype.” And I’ll give you this in advance Black, that would have been a great line, if you thought of it first. HA HA!
But I digress, no, when it’s with me Black, you’re in for the experience of a lifetime. My suggestion for you, would be to help me get rid of those other two yahoos, so that we might settle this whole ordeal man to man. Which is exactly how you want it right? But in the meantime, Ms. Larkin I need to get to my hotel, I need to get plenty of rest before my big debut match.
Ms. Larkin: But Mr. DeAngelo, I have sooo many more questions.
DD: I’ll tell you what honey. Save ‘em. And when this whole ordeal is done, you and I will do a follow up okay. And by the way…..call me David.
Ms. Larkin: Will do……….David.
::DD leads the cameraman off toward the baggage carousel, Ms. Larkin turns to watch him leave as the scene fades to black::
immediately after David retakes his position next to the cameraman, the attractive young stewardess comes through the sliding bathroom door next, moving quickly over to the intercom system, fixing her skirt and hair while she moves::
*DING*
Stewardess: (sounding slightly out of breath) Ladies and Gentlemen, you’re captain has asked that you notice the fasten seatbelt sign has been turned on as we begin our approach into Kansas City. In just a few moments we will be asking you to return your seatbacks and tray tables to their original position.
::David turns to the camera::
DD: You know, I really love these first class flights. They really go ALL the way to see to it that you’re comfortable. *WINK*
::the announcement is made and all seat backs and tray tables are returned as they make their final approach toward Kansas City, David meanwhile has taken to leaving his seatback firmly reclined just like it was, and rather than talk, he’s been occupying himself with a Sky Mall magazine instead::
DD: You know they make these little ramps for your dogs, so that they can get up onto furniture easier……….it’s so cute!
::the plane lands smoothly along the runway, the stewardess gets on again and asks that everyone please remain seated until they have completely taxied to their gate
the plane comes to a complete stop, and all you hear are three hundred clicks going off simultaneously as everyone removes their safety belts
David, having no carry on luggage, just the camera man, gets up first and drags the unfortunate POW worker to his feet
They approach the front of the plane, and the stewardess is waiting their for them, she greets them with a warm smile and a quick goodbye, David however stops in his tracks after exiting the plane, he turns and whistles to get her attention, when she turns he whips the panties out of his pocket quickly, she giggles too herself a little and he gives her a kiss face as she tells him to get out of here jokingly::
DD: See, it’s things like that, that women love. Those little extra things you do. Oh, what’s this…
::David looks ahead down the tarmac and notices an attractive young face looking at him through the small glass window in the door, a flash goes off behind her telling David that a cameraman is out there as well::
DD: Looks like my adoring public is meeting me at the door, mmmm.
::David pushes the door open and the camera man quickly follows through before the door closes on him
the young woman is clad in a brown knee length skirt and white button down shirt, her hair is a bit unkempt, you can tell she’s been running around quite a bit to find the right gate
her and her photographer approach David::
Reporter: Mr. DeAngelo, hi! I’m Becky Larkin from the Local Post, I’m covering the story of the local wrestling show taking place this Thursday. Do you mind if I get a few comments?
DD: Certainly David DeAngelo can answer a few questions, for an attractive young reporter such as yourself, aaah.
::Ms. Larkin looks at DD oddly before continuing on::
Ms. Larkin: All…..right. First off welcome to Kansas City, heck welcome to America. Now, on Thursday you’ll be taking on three competitors in a four corner’s match in what is being called a proving grounds match. We know you’ve spent the last several days speaking on your opponents in this match, but do you think you could give us a little piece, ya know, just for the paper?
DD: One.
Ms. Larkin: I’m sorry.
DD: One……..i’ve really only been talking about one of my opponents.
Ms. Larkin: Well, wh…..
DD: No, no, let me finish. I’ve only been talking about one of them, because only one other man in this match seems to give a damn that they’re even involved. And that, of course, is Black.
Riot, is a joke. A waste of a spot on this card. His heart obviously isn’t in this match on Thursday, and my guess is Black and I are going to make him a non factor, pretty early on.
Dan Real, this is Real’s last match in this company for a while. He’s taking some personal time to himself to do whatever it is people do when they aren’t good enough in this business to stick around………oh that’s right, they start music careers, or stay home and paint pretty pictures. I love art Ms. Larkin, but Danny’s new found hobbies aren’t going to help him in this match. I expect a disappointing performance on the part of Real, seeing as he’s out the door after Thursday night, once again, a non-factor to this whole opera that Black and I have created with each other. And I expect by the time the crescendo of this particular opera hits, Dan Real, much like Riot, will already be out of commission.
::David goes complacent, looking at Ms. Larkin awaiting her next question::
Ms. Larkin: Well…..erm…….what about Black?
DD: What about him?
Ms. Larkin: You haven’t mentioned anything about him yet.
DD: OH!, gosh, I’ve been throwing so many verbal beatings on him the last few days that I kind of have trouble remembering times that I wasn’t putting him down. There aren’t a whole lot of things left to say about Twinkle Toes. I mean yeah, throwing insults at him is sure fun, not to mention extremely easy. I mean, if I had an empty gun to shoot him with, he’s handing me the clip.
It’s not a secret that he’s quite contradictory to himself. It’s also not a secret, that he’s not very quick and when he finds himself in a rut in this verbal war of ours, his only way out is to make very pathetic comments attempting to save a little bit of his dignity.
::DD puts on a very fake deep voice, much like Low Ki’s::
DD: “I wasn’t calling you a playboy Dave, I was just saying that playboy’s like you are ruining this business…….oops, botched it again”. Ha Ha! It's been very amusing.
::David drops the fake voice::
DD: Nice try Black, but I saw right through that little white lie. Ha Ha! Heck, even if it WAS true, even if you weren’t talking about me, I suggest you start thinking about me, and you start thinking about me in a big way. The match isn’t too far off, and it’s not good for you to be letting your mind wander off to OTHER playboy’s, when the biggest one of all is standing right in front of you. Mmmmmm.
Ya see Black, remember a few days ago, when I told you to save all of those five dollar bills up in a jar on your fridge? …………………You don’t, well what did I say about sniffing glue? ……………………….Of course you don’t remember that either. Bottom line is, don’t worry about saving the money anymore Black, because I’ve got the perfect career path all thought out for you.
::David pauses for a moment::
DD: With all the contradictions, and all of the sorry copouts that you’ve come up with, I honestly think, that you’re lowest point in this little drama of ours is your uncanny ability to repeat yourself. That’s right, you tell the same story every time you’re on television. “You’re a tough fighter”, “you’re a great karate fighter”, “you have no time to enjoy a woman in your bed, or a glass of wine in your had because you’re too busy training”. That’s you’re whole story Black……..the whole thing. And you’re ability to repeat what you say over, and over, and over, AND over again. As well as your ability to repeat the things I’ve said to make your so called “point”, when in reality all your doing is making mine for me. With all of that brought to the front line, it is my personal belief, that the best career field for you……….would be…….life………as a parrot. That’s right a parrot, a smelly and useless animal that serves no other purpose other than to annoy the hell out of any it happens to be in a room with.
Ms. Larkin: Mr. DeAngelo, don’t you think that’s a little harsh?
::DD slides his infamous shades to the end of his nose and looks Ms. Larkin dead in the eyes::
DD: Ms. Larkin, I’ve only begun. When I said, in regards to whether or not the allegations that I am gay or bisexual are true, that it didn’t matter because it had nothing to do with what happens in that ring. What was Black’s response?
Ms. Larkin: Well, I don’t really kno……..
DD: I’ll tell you what it was! His exact words, verbatim were, “As far as your sexual preferance goes I don't see how it benefits me or this match so why does it matter anyway.” Now, Ms. Larkin, you tell me, what does that make Black sound like?
Ms. Larkin: Well……..a………parrot I guess.
DD: Exactly right, thank you.
::David takes Ms. Larkin’s hand into his own and gives it a peck::
DD: Now, as far as my playboy status is concerned and this whole women don’t distract him thing. Here’s the real truth. They distract everyone Black and I do mean everyone. It’s not a bad thing that it is in our human nature to reproduce, and it’s also not a bad thing that the task at which you have to go through in order to reproduce is so fun. Mmmmm. I don’t care if it’s you, a guy working at a grocery store, a priest, a cop, it doesn’t matter who, we ALL want some woman in our lives, in some capacity.
Actually, let me allow myself to rephrase my own comment just a little bit. The only men, that truly want nothing to do with women, are the one’s that are afraid. Sexually I mean. And this stems from one of a few reasons. A. They’ve been criticized for their sexual performance time and time again. B. They are criticized for the size of their member. Or C., and I think this is the one that probably applies to you my esteemed opponent. C. Virgins. That’s right Black, I actually believe this about you. Let’s face it everyone’s scared their first time, so the way they deal with it is they avoid it completely. That is until their forty years old, and still haven’t laid any pipe yet, that’s when even I begin to worry about people.
It’s actually quite the analogy. Your first time in the ring with me, can be compared to first roll in the hay. It’s scary, a little bit intimidating, but if given the right person, it can be a truly beautiful thing. Now, I know that someone like you would say something akin to “It’s over too fast, and overall doesn’t live up to the hype.” And I’ll give you this in advance Black, that would have been a great line, if you thought of it first. HA HA!
But I digress, no, when it’s with me Black, you’re in for the experience of a lifetime. My suggestion for you, would be to help me get rid of those other two yahoos, so that we might settle this whole ordeal man to man. Which is exactly how you want it right? But in the meantime, Ms. Larkin I need to get to my hotel, I need to get plenty of rest before my big debut match.
Ms. Larkin: But Mr. DeAngelo, I have sooo many more questions.
DD: I’ll tell you what honey. Save ‘em. And when this whole ordeal is done, you and I will do a follow up okay. And by the way…..call me David.
Ms. Larkin: Will do……….David.
::DD leads the cameraman off toward the baggage carousel, Ms. Larkin turns to watch him leave as the scene fades to black::