Post by daviddeangelo on Mar 5, 2007 22:51:45 GMT -6
::scene opens up, we're inside of a high class restaurant and DD is seated at a table by himself, he is enjoying a caesar salad and a glass of water, he looks up to the camera::
DD: Much to my complete lack of surprise, it seems the POW fan forums have targeted me again, with another bogus story. This time it's my inadiquacy as a performer, rather than my sexual preferences. Now the rumors state that I don't belong in the mid card, and that I should have stuck to preliminary wrestling and jerking the curtain. And furthermore, that this match is going to be my "funeral".
Now I've said it in previous tv spots, that I respect Lance Erickson, a great deal at that. I'm sorry Lance, but you're not the man that's going to be the one who ends David DeAngelo. Not by a long shot. I've got sooo much more to give to not only this business, but this country as well.
::a sexy asian waitress brings David a steaming plate of calimari and white rice, letting us know that the restaurant he is in happens to be an asian establishment, he gives her a wink but she gives him a weird look at what he's ordered::
DD: Don't knock it sweetheart. It's an elegant dish and there are numerous ways to enjoy it. Bring me some warm sake will you?
::the waitress heads off and DD focuses on the camera again::
DD: Like I said, this country as well. Everyone is so closed off here. It's like people are afraid of their own shadows. Afraid to be themselves, this is the where DD comes in. Mmmm. That's why I like Lance, the guy knows what he likes, and he puts it out there every day. Now it may not be to the liking of his four horsemen counterparts, but he just goes with it. The rest of this country seems to be clouded, too full of their own crap to let go and give in to their true desires.
It's amazing to me how people will deny what they truly want in order to uphold the image that they want. It must be pride or status or something. Take the woman sitting behind me for example.
::the camera cuts to a few tables behind David, where an elderly lady is giving him a look of absolute disgust::
DD: Yeah....her. She's been looking at me like that all night. Now look at her husband.
::a large elderly man is seated across from her, he has a cherry red face, obviously drunk and is laughing and joking with their two dinner guests::
DD: Quite the boisterous fellow. Now why would a lady like that be in such a bad mood when her husband is such a lively character. I'm sure he still gives her everything she needs if you know what i'm saying. Or at least he would give it to her if that iceberg developing around her libido would thaw. Mmmm.
Not only am I to make incredible leaps in my wrestling career by winning this match on Thursday, but i've got to stick around in order to split these people from their shells, like an oyster.
::as if on cue David splits open a raw oyster and sucks out the insides::
DD: But if a funeral is what they want to see, then that's what they'll see. I'll give them the funeral of David DeAngelo, and I'll give it to them right in the center of the ring. Think of this as my wake, the last time you see me before we lay me to rest. And consider this calamari here....my last meal.
If there's one thing I know about the press, it's that you get much more interesting stories when the person in question runs with the idea. You want a funeral for David DeAngelo, then you'll get to see it. Why not, the worst part about dying is that you don't get to see the look on people's faces at the end.
:;the cute waitress walks buy and drops his bottle of sake down onto the table::
DD: Sorry sweetie, but i've got a funeral to get to. But put it on my tab.
::David gets up to his feet and he embraces the waitress pulling her in for a deep kiss::
DD: I'm in the hotel at the end of the street.
::he slips her a card with his room number and name on it and moves along toward the table with the elderly couple, she's giving him more of a sour puss look than ever before
David approaches the table and puts his hands behind his back, he brings his hands back around and pulls a ball gag and blindfold seemingly out of nowhere, the woman's eyes go wide::
DD: Here you go sir, try these out. And lady, staring at me isn't going to get you anywhere with me, i'm more of a hands on kind of guy. Study up with your old man there, and then we'll talk.
::the elderly man bursts into a loud belly laugh again as the woman begins to scream at David and try to get out of her seat to confront him, her husband hower holds her back still unable to hold back his laughter, David tightens the ascot around his neck and heads out of the restaurant as the scene fades to black::
DD: Much to my complete lack of surprise, it seems the POW fan forums have targeted me again, with another bogus story. This time it's my inadiquacy as a performer, rather than my sexual preferences. Now the rumors state that I don't belong in the mid card, and that I should have stuck to preliminary wrestling and jerking the curtain. And furthermore, that this match is going to be my "funeral".
Now I've said it in previous tv spots, that I respect Lance Erickson, a great deal at that. I'm sorry Lance, but you're not the man that's going to be the one who ends David DeAngelo. Not by a long shot. I've got sooo much more to give to not only this business, but this country as well.
::a sexy asian waitress brings David a steaming plate of calimari and white rice, letting us know that the restaurant he is in happens to be an asian establishment, he gives her a wink but she gives him a weird look at what he's ordered::
DD: Don't knock it sweetheart. It's an elegant dish and there are numerous ways to enjoy it. Bring me some warm sake will you?
::the waitress heads off and DD focuses on the camera again::
DD: Like I said, this country as well. Everyone is so closed off here. It's like people are afraid of their own shadows. Afraid to be themselves, this is the where DD comes in. Mmmm. That's why I like Lance, the guy knows what he likes, and he puts it out there every day. Now it may not be to the liking of his four horsemen counterparts, but he just goes with it. The rest of this country seems to be clouded, too full of their own crap to let go and give in to their true desires.
It's amazing to me how people will deny what they truly want in order to uphold the image that they want. It must be pride or status or something. Take the woman sitting behind me for example.
::the camera cuts to a few tables behind David, where an elderly lady is giving him a look of absolute disgust::
DD: Yeah....her. She's been looking at me like that all night. Now look at her husband.
::a large elderly man is seated across from her, he has a cherry red face, obviously drunk and is laughing and joking with their two dinner guests::
DD: Quite the boisterous fellow. Now why would a lady like that be in such a bad mood when her husband is such a lively character. I'm sure he still gives her everything she needs if you know what i'm saying. Or at least he would give it to her if that iceberg developing around her libido would thaw. Mmmm.
Not only am I to make incredible leaps in my wrestling career by winning this match on Thursday, but i've got to stick around in order to split these people from their shells, like an oyster.
::as if on cue David splits open a raw oyster and sucks out the insides::
DD: But if a funeral is what they want to see, then that's what they'll see. I'll give them the funeral of David DeAngelo, and I'll give it to them right in the center of the ring. Think of this as my wake, the last time you see me before we lay me to rest. And consider this calamari here....my last meal.
If there's one thing I know about the press, it's that you get much more interesting stories when the person in question runs with the idea. You want a funeral for David DeAngelo, then you'll get to see it. Why not, the worst part about dying is that you don't get to see the look on people's faces at the end.
:;the cute waitress walks buy and drops his bottle of sake down onto the table::
DD: Sorry sweetie, but i've got a funeral to get to. But put it on my tab.
::David gets up to his feet and he embraces the waitress pulling her in for a deep kiss::
DD: I'm in the hotel at the end of the street.
::he slips her a card with his room number and name on it and moves along toward the table with the elderly couple, she's giving him more of a sour puss look than ever before
David approaches the table and puts his hands behind his back, he brings his hands back around and pulls a ball gag and blindfold seemingly out of nowhere, the woman's eyes go wide::
DD: Here you go sir, try these out. And lady, staring at me isn't going to get you anywhere with me, i'm more of a hands on kind of guy. Study up with your old man there, and then we'll talk.
::the elderly man bursts into a loud belly laugh again as the woman begins to scream at David and try to get out of her seat to confront him, her husband hower holds her back still unable to hold back his laughter, David tightens the ascot around his neck and heads out of the restaurant as the scene fades to black::