Post by D! on Oct 31, 2005 0:42:35 GMT -5
Lights up. The camera is shooting down a hallway backstage at NAPW. After a few seconds, a hand pops into frame from the right-hand side and waves.
VOICE: Hey. Hey! Over here.
The camera pans right to reveal D!
D!: Hey, if you're not doing anything, come with me. My match is in two minutes, I figure you might as well be there when I step through the curtain tonight for the first time. C'mon!
D! jogs down the hallway. The camera jostles into motion and gives pursuit, then catches up to its subject.
D!: Lotta talk going around about my match tonight. I've got plenty of people tonight wanting me to whip Viking's ass. (Pause.) Just as many people that say I don't deserve the shot I've been given, too. (Pause.) Guess nothing ever comes easy. Well, it's all good, you know what I mean? Think about it--hang on. Check it out!
D! stops and points down the hall. The camera pans and we see a tall, pale, black-clad figure stretching against a wall. The camera pans back to D!
D!: Plague. Potential NAPW champion. If he does what he says he'll do tonight, and if I do what I'll do tonight, it's gonna be me versus him for the gold. (Bites his lip.) Know what? I'm gonna wish him luck.
D! and the camera jog down the hallway, right up to Plague, who stops his stretching and rears straight up.
D!: Plague! We haven't officially met. The name's D! One letter, said real loud. Listen, I know you've got a huge match coming up, so I wanted to wish you good luck.
D! holds out his hand to offer a handshake. Plague stares at him, then the hand, snorts a laugh, and pushes past D!, walking off camera.
D!: (Smiling, to camera.) Well, I made one friend this week.
D! and the camera continue down the hall.
D!: Anyways, Viking wants to brush me off. Let him. I want him to. I want him to think I'm a punk. I want him to go in thinking he'll punt me from pillar to post. I frickin' warned him not once, I warned him twice, and he still thinks he can snooze through this match. Let him. "If you falter, if you hesitate, I will Barrage you." (Smiles.) That's all it takes.
D! and the camera arrive at gorilla position. An NAPW tech runs up to him, and asks him if he's ready. D! nods. The tech gives him the "hold" signal.
D!: (smiling, whispers.) I'm nervous. I've got butterflies. It sounds like a full house. The first-ever Monday Night Fight. "Happy Hallowe'en." I feel incredible. I don't want this to end.
The tech gives D! the signal.
D!: But I want the title more.
Music: "Right Before My Eyes" - The Snitches
www.etherworks.ca/snitches.html
On "EYES!", D! bursts through the curtain, lets the live crowd see him, then whips his hands in the air to hear some noise. He jogs to the ring, giving the crowd high fives on his way down. He slides into the ring, then pinballs back-and-forth on the ropes to test them, stopping to give props to the crowd. The music dies, and D! climbs a turnbuckle closest the entrance.
D!: VIKING! YOU'VE BEEN WAITING FOR THIS, I'VE BEEN WAITING FOR THIS, AND EVERY SINGLE PERSON AT MONDAY NIGHT FIGHTS WANTS TO KNOW WHO'S THE BETTER WRESTLER! NOW GET OUT HERE! IF I HAVE TO WAIT ANY LONGER FOR THIS I'LL BE A SEASONED VETERAN BEFORE YOU HIT THE RING! THEN WHAT'LL YOUR EXCUSE BE?
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Good luck, everybody!
VOICE: Hey. Hey! Over here.
The camera pans right to reveal D!
D!: Hey, if you're not doing anything, come with me. My match is in two minutes, I figure you might as well be there when I step through the curtain tonight for the first time. C'mon!
D! jogs down the hallway. The camera jostles into motion and gives pursuit, then catches up to its subject.
D!: Lotta talk going around about my match tonight. I've got plenty of people tonight wanting me to whip Viking's ass. (Pause.) Just as many people that say I don't deserve the shot I've been given, too. (Pause.) Guess nothing ever comes easy. Well, it's all good, you know what I mean? Think about it--hang on. Check it out!
D! stops and points down the hall. The camera pans and we see a tall, pale, black-clad figure stretching against a wall. The camera pans back to D!
D!: Plague. Potential NAPW champion. If he does what he says he'll do tonight, and if I do what I'll do tonight, it's gonna be me versus him for the gold. (Bites his lip.) Know what? I'm gonna wish him luck.
D! and the camera jog down the hallway, right up to Plague, who stops his stretching and rears straight up.
D!: Plague! We haven't officially met. The name's D! One letter, said real loud. Listen, I know you've got a huge match coming up, so I wanted to wish you good luck.
D! holds out his hand to offer a handshake. Plague stares at him, then the hand, snorts a laugh, and pushes past D!, walking off camera.
D!: (Smiling, to camera.) Well, I made one friend this week.
D! and the camera continue down the hall.
D!: Anyways, Viking wants to brush me off. Let him. I want him to. I want him to think I'm a punk. I want him to go in thinking he'll punt me from pillar to post. I frickin' warned him not once, I warned him twice, and he still thinks he can snooze through this match. Let him. "If you falter, if you hesitate, I will Barrage you." (Smiles.) That's all it takes.
D! and the camera arrive at gorilla position. An NAPW tech runs up to him, and asks him if he's ready. D! nods. The tech gives him the "hold" signal.
D!: (smiling, whispers.) I'm nervous. I've got butterflies. It sounds like a full house. The first-ever Monday Night Fight. "Happy Hallowe'en." I feel incredible. I don't want this to end.
The tech gives D! the signal.
D!: But I want the title more.
Music: "Right Before My Eyes" - The Snitches
www.etherworks.ca/snitches.html
On "EYES!", D! bursts through the curtain, lets the live crowd see him, then whips his hands in the air to hear some noise. He jogs to the ring, giving the crowd high fives on his way down. He slides into the ring, then pinballs back-and-forth on the ropes to test them, stopping to give props to the crowd. The music dies, and D! climbs a turnbuckle closest the entrance.
D!: VIKING! YOU'VE BEEN WAITING FOR THIS, I'VE BEEN WAITING FOR THIS, AND EVERY SINGLE PERSON AT MONDAY NIGHT FIGHTS WANTS TO KNOW WHO'S THE BETTER WRESTLER! NOW GET OUT HERE! IF I HAVE TO WAIT ANY LONGER FOR THIS I'LL BE A SEASONED VETERAN BEFORE YOU HIT THE RING! THEN WHAT'LL YOUR EXCUSE BE?
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Good luck, everybody!