Post by daviddeangelo on Feb 21, 2007 21:34:48 GMT -6
::the scene cuts in, David DeAngelo is in his hotel room, he is applying some form of perfume to his neck and he's taking a long and lingering gaze into the mirror, he smooths back his hair and then turns::
DD: Hello! Hey, tonight is the night. We've got to get a move on. So come with me.
::David turns and lifts the handle to his rolling travel bag, he walks toward the door and opens it, the bright sun catches them both in the face, David takes a deep breath and exhales watching his breath as the heat meets the cold air, David walks down a small flight of stairs and meets yet another cab at the bottom, he tosses his bag in the back and enters the taxi, and the bright yellow car takes off::
*scene cuts out*
::the camera cuts back in and the same cab pulls up in the parking lot of the Star Pavillion, David gets out quickly and throws some money into the front seat not even bothering to count it, the camera man gets out just in time as the cab speeds off::
DD: I've got a little ritual that I need to attend to before my first match with ANY company. If I don't complete this ritual, i'll have bad juju in that company for the rest of my time there. So I need to get in there quick.
::David enters the building and weaves through the corridoors passing tech workers and ring hands, make up people, and wardrobe designers, he eventually finds a door with a white piece of computer paper taped to it which reads DRESSING ROOM
David enters and notices that it's set up much like he expected a row of lockers on each side of the room with three long benches taking up the middle of the room, David notices that only a few lockers are occupied, telling him that he had indeed arrived quite early
David quickly undresses and pulls on a pair of green gym shorts and a black and red POW t-shirt, he then slips on a pair of brand new white tennis shoes, David stands up and stretches out briefly before heading out the door::
DD: Come on, don't get left behind.
::David leads the cameraman up to the gorilla position and through the curtain, down at the end of the ramp we see eight or nine ring techs putting the squared circle together, at this point they are lifting one of the side walls up to connect it with two of the ring posts, David moves to the middle of the men and helps them lift it up and set it into place
the camera continues to watch David as he spends nearly half an hour helphing these men put the ring together, when the deed is done they stand back and make sure all is right, after they've confirmed a successful build, they all shake hands with David and he jumps up on the ring apron, David wipes his feet off on the ring skirt before stepping into the ring
David takes a moment and looks out at his surroundings as the tech guys are now dedicating their time to setting up the seats and guard rails for the show, he kind of bounces up and down a little getting a feel for the ring itself::
DD: Seems kind of stiff, not too bouncy.
::David leans up against the ropes behind him and pounces off taking three big steps and turning in perfect time to hit the opposite side then repeating the process across to the other side, he does this a few times before stopping::
DD: The ropes are good and tight.
::David then notices another guy with a staff shirt on at ringside::
DD: Hey you!
::the guy looks up::
DD: Do you work here?
::the guy looks down at his shirt and then back up at him with a face that says "What are you retarded::
DD: Fair enough, get in here.
::the kid jumps up on the apron and steps into the ring::
DD: You know how to run ropes?
Guy: Yeah, I'm a trainee, that's why I get roped into doing all of this stuff.
DD: Good, good. Let's do a drill alright, no real insructions, just act on instinct. Mmmm.
::David grabs the kids hand and whips him off the far side ropes before running across to the opposite strands and starting a criss cross with him, the two cross each other a few times before the kid drops down and David quickly leaps over him and continues across to the other ropes and the kid jumps to his feet and immediately bends over to back drop DD, but as David returns he leap frogs over his back and hits the opposite side again, the kid turns and gets in a horse stance ready to attack David this time David quickly baseball slides between the kids legs, and then knife edge chops him hard to the mat::
DD: Nice job! Here...
::David offers the kid a hand and pulls him up to his feet::
DD: Now, we're gonna go again, but first a little motivation.
::David produces a sticky note from seemingly nowhere which reads BLACK in bold letters, he sticks it to the kids shirt::
DD: Now, it's nothing like the real thing. But like I said, just a little motivation.
::the kid charges at David who immediately drops down as the kid steps over him and continues running to the other side, Dave jumps back up and leap frogs over him as he returns, the kid hits the opposite side yet again, and David attempts to catch him with a hip toss, but the kid lands on his feet on the other side, David takes off this time hitting the ropes off to the side of his young adversary, the kid bends over again attempting another back drop, but David rolls over the kids back, hooking his arm as he goes and arm drags him quickly to the mat, the kid tries to get up fast to follow up but he's met again with a deep arm drag, he gets up a thrid time, and is hit with yet another hard knife edge chop::
DD: Once again, very good! You've got the fundamentals down man, you just gotta work on telegraphing that back drop too much.
Guy: I'll keep that in mind.
DD: What's your name kid?
Guy: Guy.....Guy Brandon.
DD: Well Guy Brandon, thanks for helping me with my little ritual here. I think i've got a feel for this little beauty here. I've gotta go get ready anyway.
::David shakes Guy's hand::
DD: Oh and for your trouble.
::David produces an 8x12 signed, glossy photo of himself out of nowhere again, and hands it to Guy Brandon::
Guy: Gee man.......thanks.
::David pats Guy on the ass which results in him getting a weird look, exits the ring and grabs a towel from a nearby bin and begins whiping his face and neck with it before letting it drape around his shoulders::
*camera cuts out*
::the scene cuts back in and we are back in the locker room, David is wearing his red wrestling trunks and his black wrestling boots with his knee pads down around his ankles, David pulls a roll of red athletic tape out of his bag and begins to tape up his right wrist::
DD: I've gotta say Black, I'm very proud of you. I watched your last t.v. spot. And I swear my jaw nearly hit the floor. YOU, YOU of all peolpe.......were in a suit. And not only were dressed up for a night out, you were actually on a night out. And on top of that even, you were at a nightclub, something I know plenty about believe me. I'm not trying to be a negative nelly or anything, I really have to say that I was impressed. I mean you spent the better part of the last week telling me that I was wasting MY time by going to clubs, hanging out with attractive women and drinking. And it turns out, that you are not only obviously a closet club goer, but you're also a club owner. I gotta say Black, I'm absolutely Gobsmacked.
::David bites the tape and tears it, smoothing it out over his rest, before beginning a fresh strip on his opposite hand::
DD: And beyond being at the club.....no wait.....YOUR club. You were with women........women of all things. A god fearing man, a man who doesn't believe in "pre-marital" relations, a man who doesn't feel like he has to get laid in order to have fun, and this same man, was at the club hanging with some fine looking women.
::David again bites the tape and tears it off, he then leans over and pulls up both of his knee pads::
DD: Then, there was the ultimate, I'm talking the moment that made this whole thing worth it. Whe you used some of my own dialogue and mannerisms. You winked at a guy didn't you.....yes you did don't be modest. And this led me to come upon a realization. The reason behind this whole verbal war between you and I. It's all jealousy....that's right, you're jealous of me aren't you. You wanna be just like me, a free spirit, someone that everyone looks up to, someone that can be himself no matter where he is or what the situation may be. That's what you want for yourself too isn't it. They say that immitation is the sincerest form of flattery, but I must say, after seeing that t.v. spot, you've become my full blown doppleganger haven't you? I must regrettably inform you however, that I'm not looking to take on a protege at this point in time. But really Black, I really enjoyed your t.v. spot tonight, It was great to see you trying to be a human being for once.
But keep on thing in mind. You may use my words, you may use my moves. But there is and will only be ONE David DeAngelo. Try as you might, you'll always be playing second fiddle to ole David D. And I think all the women on Earth are thankful for that. After all, do you think they could really take two Double D's. Lord knows I could go for a set right now. Ha Ha!
::David stands up from the bench and puts on his trademark shades::
DD: But......the time for talking is over. Now it's time to back up ALL of those words we've been spouting out for the past week or so. Now, i've got legitimate action, that goes along with my words. Let's see what you're made of..........Twinkle Toes.
::scene cuts out::
DD: Hello! Hey, tonight is the night. We've got to get a move on. So come with me.
::David turns and lifts the handle to his rolling travel bag, he walks toward the door and opens it, the bright sun catches them both in the face, David takes a deep breath and exhales watching his breath as the heat meets the cold air, David walks down a small flight of stairs and meets yet another cab at the bottom, he tosses his bag in the back and enters the taxi, and the bright yellow car takes off::
*scene cuts out*
::the camera cuts back in and the same cab pulls up in the parking lot of the Star Pavillion, David gets out quickly and throws some money into the front seat not even bothering to count it, the camera man gets out just in time as the cab speeds off::
DD: I've got a little ritual that I need to attend to before my first match with ANY company. If I don't complete this ritual, i'll have bad juju in that company for the rest of my time there. So I need to get in there quick.
::David enters the building and weaves through the corridoors passing tech workers and ring hands, make up people, and wardrobe designers, he eventually finds a door with a white piece of computer paper taped to it which reads DRESSING ROOM
David enters and notices that it's set up much like he expected a row of lockers on each side of the room with three long benches taking up the middle of the room, David notices that only a few lockers are occupied, telling him that he had indeed arrived quite early
David quickly undresses and pulls on a pair of green gym shorts and a black and red POW t-shirt, he then slips on a pair of brand new white tennis shoes, David stands up and stretches out briefly before heading out the door::
DD: Come on, don't get left behind.
::David leads the cameraman up to the gorilla position and through the curtain, down at the end of the ramp we see eight or nine ring techs putting the squared circle together, at this point they are lifting one of the side walls up to connect it with two of the ring posts, David moves to the middle of the men and helps them lift it up and set it into place
the camera continues to watch David as he spends nearly half an hour helphing these men put the ring together, when the deed is done they stand back and make sure all is right, after they've confirmed a successful build, they all shake hands with David and he jumps up on the ring apron, David wipes his feet off on the ring skirt before stepping into the ring
David takes a moment and looks out at his surroundings as the tech guys are now dedicating their time to setting up the seats and guard rails for the show, he kind of bounces up and down a little getting a feel for the ring itself::
DD: Seems kind of stiff, not too bouncy.
::David leans up against the ropes behind him and pounces off taking three big steps and turning in perfect time to hit the opposite side then repeating the process across to the other side, he does this a few times before stopping::
DD: The ropes are good and tight.
::David then notices another guy with a staff shirt on at ringside::
DD: Hey you!
::the guy looks up::
DD: Do you work here?
::the guy looks down at his shirt and then back up at him with a face that says "What are you retarded::
DD: Fair enough, get in here.
::the kid jumps up on the apron and steps into the ring::
DD: You know how to run ropes?
Guy: Yeah, I'm a trainee, that's why I get roped into doing all of this stuff.
DD: Good, good. Let's do a drill alright, no real insructions, just act on instinct. Mmmm.
::David grabs the kids hand and whips him off the far side ropes before running across to the opposite strands and starting a criss cross with him, the two cross each other a few times before the kid drops down and David quickly leaps over him and continues across to the other ropes and the kid jumps to his feet and immediately bends over to back drop DD, but as David returns he leap frogs over his back and hits the opposite side again, the kid turns and gets in a horse stance ready to attack David this time David quickly baseball slides between the kids legs, and then knife edge chops him hard to the mat::
DD: Nice job! Here...
::David offers the kid a hand and pulls him up to his feet::
DD: Now, we're gonna go again, but first a little motivation.
::David produces a sticky note from seemingly nowhere which reads BLACK in bold letters, he sticks it to the kids shirt::
DD: Now, it's nothing like the real thing. But like I said, just a little motivation.
::the kid charges at David who immediately drops down as the kid steps over him and continues running to the other side, Dave jumps back up and leap frogs over him as he returns, the kid hits the opposite side yet again, and David attempts to catch him with a hip toss, but the kid lands on his feet on the other side, David takes off this time hitting the ropes off to the side of his young adversary, the kid bends over again attempting another back drop, but David rolls over the kids back, hooking his arm as he goes and arm drags him quickly to the mat, the kid tries to get up fast to follow up but he's met again with a deep arm drag, he gets up a thrid time, and is hit with yet another hard knife edge chop::
DD: Once again, very good! You've got the fundamentals down man, you just gotta work on telegraphing that back drop too much.
Guy: I'll keep that in mind.
DD: What's your name kid?
Guy: Guy.....Guy Brandon.
DD: Well Guy Brandon, thanks for helping me with my little ritual here. I think i've got a feel for this little beauty here. I've gotta go get ready anyway.
::David shakes Guy's hand::
DD: Oh and for your trouble.
::David produces an 8x12 signed, glossy photo of himself out of nowhere again, and hands it to Guy Brandon::
Guy: Gee man.......thanks.
::David pats Guy on the ass which results in him getting a weird look, exits the ring and grabs a towel from a nearby bin and begins whiping his face and neck with it before letting it drape around his shoulders::
*camera cuts out*
::the scene cuts back in and we are back in the locker room, David is wearing his red wrestling trunks and his black wrestling boots with his knee pads down around his ankles, David pulls a roll of red athletic tape out of his bag and begins to tape up his right wrist::
DD: I've gotta say Black, I'm very proud of you. I watched your last t.v. spot. And I swear my jaw nearly hit the floor. YOU, YOU of all peolpe.......were in a suit. And not only were dressed up for a night out, you were actually on a night out. And on top of that even, you were at a nightclub, something I know plenty about believe me. I'm not trying to be a negative nelly or anything, I really have to say that I was impressed. I mean you spent the better part of the last week telling me that I was wasting MY time by going to clubs, hanging out with attractive women and drinking. And it turns out, that you are not only obviously a closet club goer, but you're also a club owner. I gotta say Black, I'm absolutely Gobsmacked.
::David bites the tape and tears it, smoothing it out over his rest, before beginning a fresh strip on his opposite hand::
DD: And beyond being at the club.....no wait.....YOUR club. You were with women........women of all things. A god fearing man, a man who doesn't believe in "pre-marital" relations, a man who doesn't feel like he has to get laid in order to have fun, and this same man, was at the club hanging with some fine looking women.
::David again bites the tape and tears it off, he then leans over and pulls up both of his knee pads::
DD: Then, there was the ultimate, I'm talking the moment that made this whole thing worth it. Whe you used some of my own dialogue and mannerisms. You winked at a guy didn't you.....yes you did don't be modest. And this led me to come upon a realization. The reason behind this whole verbal war between you and I. It's all jealousy....that's right, you're jealous of me aren't you. You wanna be just like me, a free spirit, someone that everyone looks up to, someone that can be himself no matter where he is or what the situation may be. That's what you want for yourself too isn't it. They say that immitation is the sincerest form of flattery, but I must say, after seeing that t.v. spot, you've become my full blown doppleganger haven't you? I must regrettably inform you however, that I'm not looking to take on a protege at this point in time. But really Black, I really enjoyed your t.v. spot tonight, It was great to see you trying to be a human being for once.
But keep on thing in mind. You may use my words, you may use my moves. But there is and will only be ONE David DeAngelo. Try as you might, you'll always be playing second fiddle to ole David D. And I think all the women on Earth are thankful for that. After all, do you think they could really take two Double D's. Lord knows I could go for a set right now. Ha Ha!
::David stands up from the bench and puts on his trademark shades::
DD: But......the time for talking is over. Now it's time to back up ALL of those words we've been spouting out for the past week or so. Now, i've got legitimate action, that goes along with my words. Let's see what you're made of..........Twinkle Toes.
::scene cuts out::