Post by daviddeangelo on Mar 4, 2007 11:49:03 GMT -6
::Peeping Tom's, that was the name of the place, the camerman stood outside, the camera fixated on the large neon sign, it features not only the name of the bar, but also a silhouette of a man in a tuxedo with hearts all around it flashing in red, pink and purple
the cameraman enters the building and is immediately hit with laser lights and loud techno music, the mere volume of men in this place is staggering as everyone is talking, dancing with each other or drinking at all parts of the room, the camera weaves throughout the crowd, being bumped into and having alcohol spilled on him, the room opens up and spills out into a swimming pool toward the middle, the pool is full of guys in varying stages of dress, and they are all playing a game of eight on eight volleyball with others floating around the edges watching the game (or the players)
after a series of back and forth action, David DeAngelo catches the volleyball full in the face from a well placed spike by a very tanned and muscular fellow, David goes down under the water and comes back up with a bloody nose and a big smile on his face, everyone on the other team cheers as they have one the game, and despite a lot of argument, David says he's going to sit the next one out, he introduces someone else to the rest of his team and then floats over to the poolside bar
DD says a few words to the scantily clad bartender, the bartender directs his attention to the cameraman approaching, David slips him a a tip and pulls himself out of the pool holding a multicolored drink
he's clad in a zebra print speedo, and his trademark sunglasses with his mullet tied back, someone hand him a towel and he wipes off his face and drapes the towel around his neck::
DD: Well, that was fun, I've never been very good at the game.
::Greg Kilgreen makes his way through the crowd as well, looking very uncomfortable and out of place, he sent the cameraman in first::
Greg: Hey! Dave, ah, nice place.
DD: GREG!, good to see you man. Yes, I just bought this place from it's previous owner. It's very........i don't know how to put it........alive right.
Greg: It certainly is that. So.......why have me come here Dave?
DD: Greg, you know me, I'm more comfortable in clubs.
Greg: But isn't this a.......erm.......gay club.
DD: Very perceptive Greg, it certainly is.
Greg: So then why....are....you here?
DD: Well I own the place.
Greg: I mean other than that.
DD: That's something I do not wish to disclose to you or anyone else for that matter. My business and my personal life are my own. You're here to ask me about wrestling, and that's it.
Greg: Fair enough.
::a voice is heard from some distance away::
Voice: Davey, who's the cutie pie?!
::David smirks as the color drains from Greg's face::
DD: This is Greg Axel! I'll introduce you when I'm done with him.
Axel: Just make sure there's plenty left!
::David can't hold it back and he actually turns from the camera, his shoulders shuddering from laughter, Greg is standing open mouthed and wide eyed::
DD: Relax Greg, they're just people. Look I know why you're here. You want my official statement about the next Road to All In.
Greg: Yeah, something like that.
DD: Well look, Lance Erickson was SOOO busy browsing through the produce aisle in order to come up with nicknames for me, that I figured, why make him a liar. That's why I brought you here, to a place where everyone's a fruit and they all love it.
::DD watches a man with a construction hat on his head::
DD: Hey Buzz!
Buzz: Yeah!
DD: Are you fruity?
Buzz: As Dannon Yogurt baby!
DD: See what I'm saying. Look I know what I've gotta do to beat a guy like Lance Erickson, he's big, he's strong, he's manly, just like his theme song tells us. I'm just pleased with the whole situation because it finally seems like I'm being taken out of the curtain jerking scene, and being placed in the mid card. Aside from that it's against a man I have a great deal of respect for.
That's right Lance, I appreciate the things you do as well. You and the rest of the stallions within the new incarnation of the four horsemen. But don't let the respect fool you. With a Television Championship match looming at All In, and with the odds strongly against me, it seems I have gotten myself into quite the little predicament haven't I. But it's the life I lead, an extroverted, club going, questionably gay and or bi sexual, and a pro wrestler. That's quite a resume. Mmmm.
Greg: So you're looking to prove yourself then?
DD: Aren't we all Greg, aren't we all. Much in the way I proved it to Black. He thought I was a joke, and a disgrace to this business. And if given more time, i'd have made him the joke. Not that it matters, him being unable to defeat me seems to have driven him out of this company anyway. Then there was David Marcus Hatfield, who didn't seem to have much of anything to say on the matter. Proving that he not only didn't have much skill in the ring, but also couldn't work the stick too well either. I made a joke out of him as well, when i beat him in minimal time.
This time around, it's about proving everyone right. Everyone seems to think that I'm ready for the mid card. And Lance Erickson seems to have a positive opinion of at least my in ring skills, maybe not my lifestyle. And Lance is out to prove, that after joining the four horsemen, he deserves to be in said faction. And furthermore Lance, just between you and me....clothes don't make the man. Don't sweat the suit, it just ain't your thing. However, with you promising to put on a real suit if I win our match, I'm going to be looking forward to seeing you all dudded up.
Greg: What do you think of Lance being in the Horsemen?
DD: The Horsemen were a faction I respected when they were first brought into existence, and they're still a faction I respect today. And they live by this.
::DD holds his fingers up in the classic Horsemen pose::
DD: One. Championship Gold. They only let the absolute best into the faction, and there have been times when each and every member has held a championship belt. I'm prepped, primed, and ready for a Television Championship match at All In.
::DD drops his pinkie and is now only holding up three::
DD: Two, Party Hard. The Horsemen are professional party animals. It was said that no man could out drink, smoke or snort a Horsemen. I am the quintessential club goer. As well as the promoter of sexuality around the world.
::DD drops his ring finger, he's now only holding up the peace sign::
DD: Three, Charisma. To be a Horsemen, you've got to live like a Horsemen, talk like a Horsemen, and act like a Horsemen. The charisma the Horsemen of old have shown is in a class all it's own. My charisma is in a class all it's own. I dare you to find another like me out there.
::DD drops his middle finger and now is only holding up one::
DD: Four, Unity. And probably the most important of them all. The Horsemen will do whatever it takes to see that all members of the group succeed. The Horsemen are never selfish, they do what it takes to get championship gold on everyone's waists. This is the one that I'm lacking in. I don't have the support from teamates that a Horsemen needs. And Lance, I'm sure happy that you've assured me the rest of your buddies are gonna stay outta this one. I fit were about the numbers, you'd have me beat. But this is between you and I Lance, and I like it that way. See Lance, I'm one detail short, of being Horsemen material myself. But here's the real truth.
::Lance lets his last finger fold in and he makes a fist::
DD: When the four fingers close, they become a fist Lance. And I'm bringing this fist down on you. I have the upmost respect for you and your group. But with a title match at All In in my future, and with all the critics against me on this one i'm going to put you away, and put all of the critics back in front of their little type writers to come up with some more bull crap, and hopefully it'll be about someone else this time. Bottom line, this Thursday night I'm tamin' this wild horse. And on top of that, I'm gonna ride this victory all the way to All In and the Television Championship.
::David takes the towel from around his neck and ties it around his waist::
DD: Now come on Greg, let's go meet Axel.
Greg: Well, I uh....erm.....I don't think....
DD: Nonsense, let's go.
::David throws an arm around Greg and begins walking him toward Axel's seat as the scene fades to black::
the cameraman enters the building and is immediately hit with laser lights and loud techno music, the mere volume of men in this place is staggering as everyone is talking, dancing with each other or drinking at all parts of the room, the camera weaves throughout the crowd, being bumped into and having alcohol spilled on him, the room opens up and spills out into a swimming pool toward the middle, the pool is full of guys in varying stages of dress, and they are all playing a game of eight on eight volleyball with others floating around the edges watching the game (or the players)
after a series of back and forth action, David DeAngelo catches the volleyball full in the face from a well placed spike by a very tanned and muscular fellow, David goes down under the water and comes back up with a bloody nose and a big smile on his face, everyone on the other team cheers as they have one the game, and despite a lot of argument, David says he's going to sit the next one out, he introduces someone else to the rest of his team and then floats over to the poolside bar
DD says a few words to the scantily clad bartender, the bartender directs his attention to the cameraman approaching, David slips him a a tip and pulls himself out of the pool holding a multicolored drink
he's clad in a zebra print speedo, and his trademark sunglasses with his mullet tied back, someone hand him a towel and he wipes off his face and drapes the towel around his neck::
DD: Well, that was fun, I've never been very good at the game.
::Greg Kilgreen makes his way through the crowd as well, looking very uncomfortable and out of place, he sent the cameraman in first::
Greg: Hey! Dave, ah, nice place.
DD: GREG!, good to see you man. Yes, I just bought this place from it's previous owner. It's very........i don't know how to put it........alive right.
Greg: It certainly is that. So.......why have me come here Dave?
DD: Greg, you know me, I'm more comfortable in clubs.
Greg: But isn't this a.......erm.......gay club.
DD: Very perceptive Greg, it certainly is.
Greg: So then why....are....you here?
DD: Well I own the place.
Greg: I mean other than that.
DD: That's something I do not wish to disclose to you or anyone else for that matter. My business and my personal life are my own. You're here to ask me about wrestling, and that's it.
Greg: Fair enough.
::a voice is heard from some distance away::
Voice: Davey, who's the cutie pie?!
::David smirks as the color drains from Greg's face::
DD: This is Greg Axel! I'll introduce you when I'm done with him.
Axel: Just make sure there's plenty left!
::David can't hold it back and he actually turns from the camera, his shoulders shuddering from laughter, Greg is standing open mouthed and wide eyed::
DD: Relax Greg, they're just people. Look I know why you're here. You want my official statement about the next Road to All In.
Greg: Yeah, something like that.
DD: Well look, Lance Erickson was SOOO busy browsing through the produce aisle in order to come up with nicknames for me, that I figured, why make him a liar. That's why I brought you here, to a place where everyone's a fruit and they all love it.
::DD watches a man with a construction hat on his head::
DD: Hey Buzz!
Buzz: Yeah!
DD: Are you fruity?
Buzz: As Dannon Yogurt baby!
DD: See what I'm saying. Look I know what I've gotta do to beat a guy like Lance Erickson, he's big, he's strong, he's manly, just like his theme song tells us. I'm just pleased with the whole situation because it finally seems like I'm being taken out of the curtain jerking scene, and being placed in the mid card. Aside from that it's against a man I have a great deal of respect for.
That's right Lance, I appreciate the things you do as well. You and the rest of the stallions within the new incarnation of the four horsemen. But don't let the respect fool you. With a Television Championship match looming at All In, and with the odds strongly against me, it seems I have gotten myself into quite the little predicament haven't I. But it's the life I lead, an extroverted, club going, questionably gay and or bi sexual, and a pro wrestler. That's quite a resume. Mmmm.
Greg: So you're looking to prove yourself then?
DD: Aren't we all Greg, aren't we all. Much in the way I proved it to Black. He thought I was a joke, and a disgrace to this business. And if given more time, i'd have made him the joke. Not that it matters, him being unable to defeat me seems to have driven him out of this company anyway. Then there was David Marcus Hatfield, who didn't seem to have much of anything to say on the matter. Proving that he not only didn't have much skill in the ring, but also couldn't work the stick too well either. I made a joke out of him as well, when i beat him in minimal time.
This time around, it's about proving everyone right. Everyone seems to think that I'm ready for the mid card. And Lance Erickson seems to have a positive opinion of at least my in ring skills, maybe not my lifestyle. And Lance is out to prove, that after joining the four horsemen, he deserves to be in said faction. And furthermore Lance, just between you and me....clothes don't make the man. Don't sweat the suit, it just ain't your thing. However, with you promising to put on a real suit if I win our match, I'm going to be looking forward to seeing you all dudded up.
Greg: What do you think of Lance being in the Horsemen?
DD: The Horsemen were a faction I respected when they were first brought into existence, and they're still a faction I respect today. And they live by this.
::DD holds his fingers up in the classic Horsemen pose::
DD: One. Championship Gold. They only let the absolute best into the faction, and there have been times when each and every member has held a championship belt. I'm prepped, primed, and ready for a Television Championship match at All In.
::DD drops his pinkie and is now only holding up three::
DD: Two, Party Hard. The Horsemen are professional party animals. It was said that no man could out drink, smoke or snort a Horsemen. I am the quintessential club goer. As well as the promoter of sexuality around the world.
::DD drops his ring finger, he's now only holding up the peace sign::
DD: Three, Charisma. To be a Horsemen, you've got to live like a Horsemen, talk like a Horsemen, and act like a Horsemen. The charisma the Horsemen of old have shown is in a class all it's own. My charisma is in a class all it's own. I dare you to find another like me out there.
::DD drops his middle finger and now is only holding up one::
DD: Four, Unity. And probably the most important of them all. The Horsemen will do whatever it takes to see that all members of the group succeed. The Horsemen are never selfish, they do what it takes to get championship gold on everyone's waists. This is the one that I'm lacking in. I don't have the support from teamates that a Horsemen needs. And Lance, I'm sure happy that you've assured me the rest of your buddies are gonna stay outta this one. I fit were about the numbers, you'd have me beat. But this is between you and I Lance, and I like it that way. See Lance, I'm one detail short, of being Horsemen material myself. But here's the real truth.
::Lance lets his last finger fold in and he makes a fist::
DD: When the four fingers close, they become a fist Lance. And I'm bringing this fist down on you. I have the upmost respect for you and your group. But with a title match at All In in my future, and with all the critics against me on this one i'm going to put you away, and put all of the critics back in front of their little type writers to come up with some more bull crap, and hopefully it'll be about someone else this time. Bottom line, this Thursday night I'm tamin' this wild horse. And on top of that, I'm gonna ride this victory all the way to All In and the Television Championship.
::David takes the towel from around his neck and ties it around his waist::
DD: Now come on Greg, let's go meet Axel.
Greg: Well, I uh....erm.....I don't think....
DD: Nonsense, let's go.
::David throws an arm around Greg and begins walking him toward Axel's seat as the scene fades to black::