Post by imtehlueser on May 18, 2007 20:55:13 GMT -6
The scene opens through the eyes of a person behind a camcorder. He pans around the room, revealing it to be backstage at the Memorial Hall. He brings it back to the center of the room, focusing on the back of an individual.
Guy with camera: Hey Dave, look what I found! Think you wanna say a few words for me?
Dave: Huh? (the person turns around and reveals himself as David Hilt). Where'd you get that, Jack?
Jack Greaves is now known to be the person holding the camera.
Jack: In your room. I figured you weren't using it, since it got a bit dusty and stuff. Plus these little white stains and stuff show you don't take care of it, so you must not care much about it.
Dave: ...You might not wanna...nevermind, you can have it...So I guess you want to "interview" me or something? Lee Cash already did that earlier this week. You were there, remember? Right now I need to focus on my match.
Jack: Yeah, I know. But what better to do with it first, than ask you to talk about how you feel? Maybe about your match, or your opponent? That big meanie. He's been saying so many bad things about you... (Jack makes a frown that would probably make a baby cry)
Dave: Heh, yeah, he's nothing but a hypocrite. I would think people would know not to take what he is saying seriously, after how he's been acting lately.
Jack: Hypocrite?
Dave: It's like, someone who is against something, but turns around and does or says the exact opposite of what he preaches.
Jack: Ooh. You wanna explain what you mean?
Dave: Well first of all, he gets a shot at the title, but he pretends like he doesn't want it, or need it. As if it's beneath him. Then as soon as he wins it, he decides that it could do it some good, and now he's all gung-ho about keeping it. It'll be a good thing when I rip it off him and give it the respect it deserves. Not "none," as he proclaims, but much, being a title of POW. It's something prestigious. On that subject, he says there's like 40 something titles? Really? I was under the impression that four was the standard for the ammount of titles. He says this himself. Should POW NE not have its own titles? if not, what would be the point of the new territory? We would just be better off in Midwest.
Jack: Hehe, yeah. I like how you think. I can't wait see you as champ. Being best friends with a champ? I'll get treated so well! Maybe I'll get kitties and stuffs. I can't wait! eee.
Dave: ...Yeah. He talks about how much the belt can bring him, yet how much he doesn't need it. If he truly deserved the praise he thinks he does, he'd get it without the belt. I just don't think he realizes that. He didn't get it before, and it could possibly be because it wasn't warranted. Why should someone who disrespects his brand, it's staff, its titles, and its ideals deserve praise from the very people who respect these things? Maybe he did realize that, and was just pretending all along he didn't want that belt. Without it, he has no use for it. With it, he does. When he thinks he might lose it, it becomes important. This dude needs to make up his mind.
Jack: That's what I'm talking about! Let it all out. It'll help relieve stress for your match.
Dave: You're being suprisingly NOT annoying right now. That's weird. Did you actually take your medication?
Jack: Not in so many words...unless you think Guy Haight forcing it down my throat so I don't mess anything up during your match the same thing...
Dave: What was that about you and my match?
Jack: Oh! Nothing...nothing.
Dave: Uh huh...So you want me to continue? All right. Now, I respect people who have worked hard to make it to where they are. People who have proved themselves time and time again, people who's abilities no one could question. But neither of these traits can make up for being a plain asshole. (at this, Jack snickers.) I'll be damned if I show respect to someone who can't be damned to show it to anyone else, even former friends, even fans who try to show him support. I'll show him exactly what this "jobber" can do. He's says I'm not challenge, yet he's never faced me. I've never faced him. No matter how much I watch videos or clips or pictures of how he wrestles, it won't compare to the real thing. I can only expect what will happen in that ring to a certain degree. Many different factors come into place during each and every single match. None are the same. The key thing for me is that I'm finally in a singles match. No tag, no triple threats, just mano a mano. There's no one to lose for me, other than me. Whoever wins is obviously the superior. Wait until I prove that it's me when I step out that ring as champ. I may be new to POW, but I certainly am not new to a mat. I'll take what he dishes and give it back twice as hard. I'll make a guarantee here and damn now, Eddie can forget about that barbed wire cage match he wants. As a slap in the face, I should offer the same, but I'll cross that bridge when I get to it, and trust me, heh, it'll be very soon.
Jack: Wow dude. I've never seen you talk like this.
Dave: Need I remind you I've tried to avoid you as much as possible? But no, I've never been so set on something in my life. I don't need to prove myself to him. Matter of fact, the only person I have to prove myself to is Randall lovejoy, and if I hadn't, I wouldn't be in this match. But no, I take it farther than that. I prove myself to the fans as well, whether they're fans of mine or not, but I mean just POW fans in general. There's no point in me going out there if it's just for myself. I want to bring good matches and entertainment to anyone and everyone watching. It only means as much to me, as it does to them. What I'm going to bring to the fans this week is a damn good title match. A new champion. A former champion who's 1st defense in NE certainly won't be against me, though I couldn't care about the 105 he's shooting for outside of that.
And more on the hypocrite point. What's he done this week? Nothing? Right, nothing. I would think just coming out to bash your opponent amounts to nothing, and it does, it my opinion. But he has the nerve to insult my promos? As if it's something I stage? I just make sure what's real, what happens to me that is relevant is known. Calling that shitty, would basically be calling my life shitty. But you wouldn't really call the life of a person who is about to be a champ shitty, would you? Nah, I don't think so.
Hilt takes a breath and looks at Jack in a way to ask if he wants to comment again, but jack motions for him to continue, not wanting to interrupt.
He's ready at all times. So am I. So is everyone who takes the risks of being in this business. If they aren't, they damn sure won't last long. You could spout off as many nicknames as you want to, none of them are going to help you in this match. Call me a punk, matter of fact, insult me all you want, but guess what? Heh, none of that is going to help you either. We'll get in there, and it will all be between me and you. No names, no insults, just pure brutality. Expect mistakes from me if you want. I'm going to hate to disappoint you. You actually believe I will let anything happen that could jeopardize this match for me? Heh, just wait and see.
Jack: Awesome. I can't wait for you to beat that dude, maybe it'll get him to shutup.
Dave: Hm? Heh, you think a loudmouth like him could ever be forced to shut up? Nope. All he's got is his mouth, but you'll see he can't back it up. Especially when it can't get something as simple as my hair right...Long, blonde? I may be from california, but I ain't no generic surfer dude. Try red, eh? And you know what they say about redheads and their tempers, heh. I'd hate to be the next guy who's going to face it...A certain...hypocrite. I think that is the nickname that should stick for him from now on. heheh.
Dave walks away laughing, toward the NE locker room.
Jack: Hey, I actually had something to tell you! Bah.
Jack shuts off the camera and chases after him.
Guy with camera: Hey Dave, look what I found! Think you wanna say a few words for me?
Dave: Huh? (the person turns around and reveals himself as David Hilt). Where'd you get that, Jack?
Jack Greaves is now known to be the person holding the camera.
Jack: In your room. I figured you weren't using it, since it got a bit dusty and stuff. Plus these little white stains and stuff show you don't take care of it, so you must not care much about it.
Dave: ...You might not wanna...nevermind, you can have it...So I guess you want to "interview" me or something? Lee Cash already did that earlier this week. You were there, remember? Right now I need to focus on my match.
Jack: Yeah, I know. But what better to do with it first, than ask you to talk about how you feel? Maybe about your match, or your opponent? That big meanie. He's been saying so many bad things about you... (Jack makes a frown that would probably make a baby cry)
Dave: Heh, yeah, he's nothing but a hypocrite. I would think people would know not to take what he is saying seriously, after how he's been acting lately.
Jack: Hypocrite?
Dave: It's like, someone who is against something, but turns around and does or says the exact opposite of what he preaches.
Jack: Ooh. You wanna explain what you mean?
Dave: Well first of all, he gets a shot at the title, but he pretends like he doesn't want it, or need it. As if it's beneath him. Then as soon as he wins it, he decides that it could do it some good, and now he's all gung-ho about keeping it. It'll be a good thing when I rip it off him and give it the respect it deserves. Not "none," as he proclaims, but much, being a title of POW. It's something prestigious. On that subject, he says there's like 40 something titles? Really? I was under the impression that four was the standard for the ammount of titles. He says this himself. Should POW NE not have its own titles? if not, what would be the point of the new territory? We would just be better off in Midwest.
Jack: Hehe, yeah. I like how you think. I can't wait see you as champ. Being best friends with a champ? I'll get treated so well! Maybe I'll get kitties and stuffs. I can't wait! eee.
Dave: ...Yeah. He talks about how much the belt can bring him, yet how much he doesn't need it. If he truly deserved the praise he thinks he does, he'd get it without the belt. I just don't think he realizes that. He didn't get it before, and it could possibly be because it wasn't warranted. Why should someone who disrespects his brand, it's staff, its titles, and its ideals deserve praise from the very people who respect these things? Maybe he did realize that, and was just pretending all along he didn't want that belt. Without it, he has no use for it. With it, he does. When he thinks he might lose it, it becomes important. This dude needs to make up his mind.
Jack: That's what I'm talking about! Let it all out. It'll help relieve stress for your match.
Dave: You're being suprisingly NOT annoying right now. That's weird. Did you actually take your medication?
Jack: Not in so many words...unless you think Guy Haight forcing it down my throat so I don't mess anything up during your match the same thing...
Dave: What was that about you and my match?
Jack: Oh! Nothing...nothing.
Dave: Uh huh...So you want me to continue? All right. Now, I respect people who have worked hard to make it to where they are. People who have proved themselves time and time again, people who's abilities no one could question. But neither of these traits can make up for being a plain asshole. (at this, Jack snickers.) I'll be damned if I show respect to someone who can't be damned to show it to anyone else, even former friends, even fans who try to show him support. I'll show him exactly what this "jobber" can do. He's says I'm not challenge, yet he's never faced me. I've never faced him. No matter how much I watch videos or clips or pictures of how he wrestles, it won't compare to the real thing. I can only expect what will happen in that ring to a certain degree. Many different factors come into place during each and every single match. None are the same. The key thing for me is that I'm finally in a singles match. No tag, no triple threats, just mano a mano. There's no one to lose for me, other than me. Whoever wins is obviously the superior. Wait until I prove that it's me when I step out that ring as champ. I may be new to POW, but I certainly am not new to a mat. I'll take what he dishes and give it back twice as hard. I'll make a guarantee here and damn now, Eddie can forget about that barbed wire cage match he wants. As a slap in the face, I should offer the same, but I'll cross that bridge when I get to it, and trust me, heh, it'll be very soon.
Jack: Wow dude. I've never seen you talk like this.
Dave: Need I remind you I've tried to avoid you as much as possible? But no, I've never been so set on something in my life. I don't need to prove myself to him. Matter of fact, the only person I have to prove myself to is Randall lovejoy, and if I hadn't, I wouldn't be in this match. But no, I take it farther than that. I prove myself to the fans as well, whether they're fans of mine or not, but I mean just POW fans in general. There's no point in me going out there if it's just for myself. I want to bring good matches and entertainment to anyone and everyone watching. It only means as much to me, as it does to them. What I'm going to bring to the fans this week is a damn good title match. A new champion. A former champion who's 1st defense in NE certainly won't be against me, though I couldn't care about the 105 he's shooting for outside of that.
And more on the hypocrite point. What's he done this week? Nothing? Right, nothing. I would think just coming out to bash your opponent amounts to nothing, and it does, it my opinion. But he has the nerve to insult my promos? As if it's something I stage? I just make sure what's real, what happens to me that is relevant is known. Calling that shitty, would basically be calling my life shitty. But you wouldn't really call the life of a person who is about to be a champ shitty, would you? Nah, I don't think so.
Hilt takes a breath and looks at Jack in a way to ask if he wants to comment again, but jack motions for him to continue, not wanting to interrupt.
He's ready at all times. So am I. So is everyone who takes the risks of being in this business. If they aren't, they damn sure won't last long. You could spout off as many nicknames as you want to, none of them are going to help you in this match. Call me a punk, matter of fact, insult me all you want, but guess what? Heh, none of that is going to help you either. We'll get in there, and it will all be between me and you. No names, no insults, just pure brutality. Expect mistakes from me if you want. I'm going to hate to disappoint you. You actually believe I will let anything happen that could jeopardize this match for me? Heh, just wait and see.
Jack: Awesome. I can't wait for you to beat that dude, maybe it'll get him to shutup.
Dave: Hm? Heh, you think a loudmouth like him could ever be forced to shut up? Nope. All he's got is his mouth, but you'll see he can't back it up. Especially when it can't get something as simple as my hair right...Long, blonde? I may be from california, but I ain't no generic surfer dude. Try red, eh? And you know what they say about redheads and their tempers, heh. I'd hate to be the next guy who's going to face it...A certain...hypocrite. I think that is the nickname that should stick for him from now on. heheh.
Dave walks away laughing, toward the NE locker room.
Jack: Hey, I actually had something to tell you! Bah.
Jack shuts off the camera and chases after him.