Post by The Brothers Holland on Aug 31, 2007 16:21:12 GMT -6
*The ring stands empty. Illuminated by the many many lights focussed on it for some upcoming event. The crowd are in and cheering like crazy. They don't know what's going on but this must be some untelevised nCw event as they're holding various signs for people not even on the televised circuit. This is the hardcore fans of the nCw. The créme de la créme of wrestling superfans. If there's a superstar that's got the talent and passion to go all the way, these guys know about them. Commentators Eric Hardy and Kelly Fox are doing their jobs here just as they would be at any nCw event.*
Eric Hardy: What a great show we're having tonight, don't you agree Kelly?
Kelly Fox: Very much so Eric, these young up and comers are giving the crowd exactly what they want and that's exactly what the nCw would ask of them on this, the week building up to the first Pay Per View, Road to the Gold!
*Suddenly the lights start rising, an effect used by very few wrestlers who traditionally opt for the black out before making their big entrance. The crowd don't know who to expect until suddenly the music starts playing.*
Kelly Fox: What's he doing here?
Eric Hardy: Why don't you can it and we'll find out!
*The lights come down to normal levels as 'What I've Done' by Linkin Park continues to play. Out onto the stage steps The One.. The Only... 'Diamond' Dave Holland! He's accompanied by Terry Tate as is his tradition these days. He's wearing his traditional blue jeans over fine italian loafers while his white shirt lies open a couple of buttons underneath a brown suede jacket. He holds a microphone and shows absolutely no fear to use it as his music quietens down and fades out.*
Dave: Good evening.
*The crowd give a huge pop as is their wont*
Dave: A few of you will be asking yourselves a few key questions right about now. Some of them will be more responsible or even intelligent than others but those of you asking the more obvious questions shouldn't feel bad... they're questions that need answering too. So why don't we start with those ones ok? Ok. First off... how am I? After being all but humiliated by Spike Kane and Robert Pliskin last week... after my leg was tripped and I had my head thrown into the mat at over 30 miles per hour... combined downward and spiral speed. Most people you ask that question to under my circumstances and they're going to frown at you for bringing up bad memories. Like asking a guy who just woke up from a coma if he enjoyed the nap, right? Right. So how do you all think I am? You think I'm feeling... sad?
*Crowd shout "no"*
Dave: How about... depressed... am I feeling depressed about the whole thing like my wrestling career's just not worth it anymore?
*Crowd shout "no" again*
Dave: No?... You sure? Because I've got a surprise announcement for you all tonight. Tonight..... nah I can't even joke about it I'm not depressed and I'm not about to quit over it, sorry all you Holland haters.
*Dave expects to hear a big "screw you" from all the Holland haters but nothing comes... guess there aren't any. Cool.*
Dave: Ok lets try a trickier one. Am I happy?
*Slight hesistance from the crowd. He said he wasn't sad so he might be happy... but the majority of the crowd still shout "No"*
Dave: No... I didn't think you were going to get that one but aside from my general everyday happiness, no. I am not happy about what went on. How about angry? Do I look angry?
*Dave puts on a big ol' grin and spreads his arms for the crowd's judgement. There's no decisive response*
Dave: That one got you stumped huh? Well I'll give you the answer to that one. You're *** damn right I'm angry! But am I going to keep on bitching? Am I going to keep on whining? No. No I am not. I stated my reasons for being angry when I introduced Terry here, and any further explanations should not be required. Should be surplus to requirements if you will. Instead I'm just going to bottle it all up. Now I know what some of you are thinking. Bottling up rage can be unhealthy... I mean look at my brother, Milo. He's been angry all his life and he doesn't seem quite all there anymore does he? But no... something Milo taught me that I wouldn't have ever been able to use otherwise... is that anger... that rage.. when released at the right time in the right way can turn an unstoppable, wronged individual into an invincible god of vengeance. That's what Pliskin's got coming to him... and I pray to god almighty that he's ready for it in any way shape or form... no matter how minute. Else some folk are going to have to elect themselves a new president.
*Dave scratches his chin a second as the crowd let out a huge pop*
Dave: Actually... this might be as good a time as any to work out where this guy is president of. I mean he claims to be president of America... and yet I have yet to speak to a single, solitary soul that voted for him.... or against him for that matter. In a crowd of... what.. how big's this arena?
Terry: About 60,000 sir. Full crowd.
Dave: That many huh? That's not bad considering this is the hardcore collective, even for a dark show. Ok... a crowd of 60,000 people there's got to be one person... ONE person who's at least heard of this guy even running for presidency. So would you please stand up... or shout that someone's stood up if I don't see them... if you voted for Robert Pliskin in the american presidency election.
*A slight sound of shuffling as people look around... but no one stands up or shouts out*
Dave: Nothing huh? Ok how about if you voted for the other guy when his name was somewhere on that ballot card?
*Exactly the same result*
Dave: Well.... this is a little awkward. I was hoping you'd all stand up for that one but I guess no one noticed him. Ok.... stand up if you would vote for him if he stood for rpesidency.. assuming that he isn't some kind of secret undercover president like Padmé was in star wars.
*Yep... still nothing*
Dave: Damn... I love this crowd. Ok... let's do it this way. How many of you would vote for.... me.. were I to run for presidency the same way Pliskin did?
*Shock horror! More or less everyone stands up*
Dave: You know what? I am surprised by that. I didn't think I was going to get that many votes. Unfortunately my people I must decline. Because as many of you know I am not an American. But your support has shown me one thing... where's the camera I got words for Pliskin himself right here and now... Aha! There it is!
*Dave jogs to the side and starts talking straight down a camera. It's positioned in such a way that you can still see the crowd behind Dave and yet he's had to sit down, dangling his feet over the side of the stage.*
Dave: These people tonight have shown me that they support me. Any normal wrestler could play that down with words of how it doesn't matter that I have the crowd backing me... that I'm their champion of choice. Ordinarily I wouldn't make such a big point of it... no matter whether they could bring me back from the brink or not... but with you it's all the more important. Because you... are claiming to be an elected official. Corrupt or not... it doesn't matter. Your power lies within the people you govern and that means your power lies within these fine folk. What happens when your people become my people? What happens when your source of power becomes mine? You want to know what happens? It's simple. My life becomes that much easier. I'm not about to start thinking you'll be a walkover... that just breeds arrogance and upon realisation of arrogance, doubt. Two things I don't need. But you know what your key weapon is that you don't have against me?
*Dave slides from the stage down to the ground. He steps right up to the camera*
Dave: Fear. You're a big guy, you expect your opponenets to harbour even a little bit of fear... that slight hesitancy that gives you that moment to exploit. But with me... look at me.. listen to me. Is my brow moist with anxious sweat? Am I physically trembling as I even think about hammering you into the ground? Into the dust? Is my voice shaking?!! There will be no hesitation. There will be no remorse. There will be no mercy.
*Dave's now serious and actually quite terrifying expression changes to the chirpy and fun expression of his day to day demeanour*
Dave: So you have yourself a fun few days. Sunday onwards won't be quite so pleasant.
*Dave walks round to the foot of the ramp leading back to the stage.*
Dave: I hope to see each and every one of you fine folks on Sunday. Make sure that when you cast your voice into the air to choose your candidate.. you cast your voice in the Holland camp. I'm Dave Holland... and I'm your candidate running into a brick wall and taking it down piece by piece.
*Dave's music starts playing again as a shower of red, white and blue ticker tape starts raining down from the sky like an actual presidential candidiate might have. Dave shakes hands with each and every person he can as he makes his way back up the ramp. He reaches the top and stands beside Terry Tate, waving to the entire arena as the scene fades on the the scene, fans cheering and chanting as it does so.*
Eric Hardy: What a great show we're having tonight, don't you agree Kelly?
Kelly Fox: Very much so Eric, these young up and comers are giving the crowd exactly what they want and that's exactly what the nCw would ask of them on this, the week building up to the first Pay Per View, Road to the Gold!
*Suddenly the lights start rising, an effect used by very few wrestlers who traditionally opt for the black out before making their big entrance. The crowd don't know who to expect until suddenly the music starts playing.*
Kelly Fox: What's he doing here?
Eric Hardy: Why don't you can it and we'll find out!
*The lights come down to normal levels as 'What I've Done' by Linkin Park continues to play. Out onto the stage steps The One.. The Only... 'Diamond' Dave Holland! He's accompanied by Terry Tate as is his tradition these days. He's wearing his traditional blue jeans over fine italian loafers while his white shirt lies open a couple of buttons underneath a brown suede jacket. He holds a microphone and shows absolutely no fear to use it as his music quietens down and fades out.*
Dave: Good evening.
*The crowd give a huge pop as is their wont*
Dave: A few of you will be asking yourselves a few key questions right about now. Some of them will be more responsible or even intelligent than others but those of you asking the more obvious questions shouldn't feel bad... they're questions that need answering too. So why don't we start with those ones ok? Ok. First off... how am I? After being all but humiliated by Spike Kane and Robert Pliskin last week... after my leg was tripped and I had my head thrown into the mat at over 30 miles per hour... combined downward and spiral speed. Most people you ask that question to under my circumstances and they're going to frown at you for bringing up bad memories. Like asking a guy who just woke up from a coma if he enjoyed the nap, right? Right. So how do you all think I am? You think I'm feeling... sad?
*Crowd shout "no"*
Dave: How about... depressed... am I feeling depressed about the whole thing like my wrestling career's just not worth it anymore?
*Crowd shout "no" again*
Dave: No?... You sure? Because I've got a surprise announcement for you all tonight. Tonight..... nah I can't even joke about it I'm not depressed and I'm not about to quit over it, sorry all you Holland haters.
*Dave expects to hear a big "screw you" from all the Holland haters but nothing comes... guess there aren't any. Cool.*
Dave: Ok lets try a trickier one. Am I happy?
*Slight hesistance from the crowd. He said he wasn't sad so he might be happy... but the majority of the crowd still shout "No"*
Dave: No... I didn't think you were going to get that one but aside from my general everyday happiness, no. I am not happy about what went on. How about angry? Do I look angry?
*Dave puts on a big ol' grin and spreads his arms for the crowd's judgement. There's no decisive response*
Dave: That one got you stumped huh? Well I'll give you the answer to that one. You're *** damn right I'm angry! But am I going to keep on bitching? Am I going to keep on whining? No. No I am not. I stated my reasons for being angry when I introduced Terry here, and any further explanations should not be required. Should be surplus to requirements if you will. Instead I'm just going to bottle it all up. Now I know what some of you are thinking. Bottling up rage can be unhealthy... I mean look at my brother, Milo. He's been angry all his life and he doesn't seem quite all there anymore does he? But no... something Milo taught me that I wouldn't have ever been able to use otherwise... is that anger... that rage.. when released at the right time in the right way can turn an unstoppable, wronged individual into an invincible god of vengeance. That's what Pliskin's got coming to him... and I pray to god almighty that he's ready for it in any way shape or form... no matter how minute. Else some folk are going to have to elect themselves a new president.
*Dave scratches his chin a second as the crowd let out a huge pop*
Dave: Actually... this might be as good a time as any to work out where this guy is president of. I mean he claims to be president of America... and yet I have yet to speak to a single, solitary soul that voted for him.... or against him for that matter. In a crowd of... what.. how big's this arena?
Terry: About 60,000 sir. Full crowd.
Dave: That many huh? That's not bad considering this is the hardcore collective, even for a dark show. Ok... a crowd of 60,000 people there's got to be one person... ONE person who's at least heard of this guy even running for presidency. So would you please stand up... or shout that someone's stood up if I don't see them... if you voted for Robert Pliskin in the american presidency election.
*A slight sound of shuffling as people look around... but no one stands up or shouts out*
Dave: Nothing huh? Ok how about if you voted for the other guy when his name was somewhere on that ballot card?
*Exactly the same result*
Dave: Well.... this is a little awkward. I was hoping you'd all stand up for that one but I guess no one noticed him. Ok.... stand up if you would vote for him if he stood for rpesidency.. assuming that he isn't some kind of secret undercover president like Padmé was in star wars.
*Yep... still nothing*
Dave: Damn... I love this crowd. Ok... let's do it this way. How many of you would vote for.... me.. were I to run for presidency the same way Pliskin did?
*Shock horror! More or less everyone stands up*
Dave: You know what? I am surprised by that. I didn't think I was going to get that many votes. Unfortunately my people I must decline. Because as many of you know I am not an American. But your support has shown me one thing... where's the camera I got words for Pliskin himself right here and now... Aha! There it is!
*Dave jogs to the side and starts talking straight down a camera. It's positioned in such a way that you can still see the crowd behind Dave and yet he's had to sit down, dangling his feet over the side of the stage.*
Dave: These people tonight have shown me that they support me. Any normal wrestler could play that down with words of how it doesn't matter that I have the crowd backing me... that I'm their champion of choice. Ordinarily I wouldn't make such a big point of it... no matter whether they could bring me back from the brink or not... but with you it's all the more important. Because you... are claiming to be an elected official. Corrupt or not... it doesn't matter. Your power lies within the people you govern and that means your power lies within these fine folk. What happens when your people become my people? What happens when your source of power becomes mine? You want to know what happens? It's simple. My life becomes that much easier. I'm not about to start thinking you'll be a walkover... that just breeds arrogance and upon realisation of arrogance, doubt. Two things I don't need. But you know what your key weapon is that you don't have against me?
*Dave slides from the stage down to the ground. He steps right up to the camera*
Dave: Fear. You're a big guy, you expect your opponenets to harbour even a little bit of fear... that slight hesitancy that gives you that moment to exploit. But with me... look at me.. listen to me. Is my brow moist with anxious sweat? Am I physically trembling as I even think about hammering you into the ground? Into the dust? Is my voice shaking?!! There will be no hesitation. There will be no remorse. There will be no mercy.
*Dave's now serious and actually quite terrifying expression changes to the chirpy and fun expression of his day to day demeanour*
Dave: So you have yourself a fun few days. Sunday onwards won't be quite so pleasant.
*Dave walks round to the foot of the ramp leading back to the stage.*
Dave: I hope to see each and every one of you fine folks on Sunday. Make sure that when you cast your voice into the air to choose your candidate.. you cast your voice in the Holland camp. I'm Dave Holland... and I'm your candidate running into a brick wall and taking it down piece by piece.
*Dave's music starts playing again as a shower of red, white and blue ticker tape starts raining down from the sky like an actual presidential candidiate might have. Dave shakes hands with each and every person he can as he makes his way back up the ramp. He reaches the top and stands beside Terry Tate, waving to the entire arena as the scene fades on the the scene, fans cheering and chanting as it does so.*
