Post by David Alastair on Jul 24, 2007 22:03:51 GMT -5
Rome, Italy. Tuesday afternoon and the sun shines through the party cloudy sky. It had been almost seven days since the Citizen Soldier, David Alastair won the United States championship from "The Mercenary" JW McCammon at the latest GWC pay-per-view, Viva la GWC. Speaking of the Citizen Soldier, the focus shifts and comes into being of David Alastair himself. Dressed in a white Hurley shirt with its proper insignias lined from his right shoulder to his neck, a faded pair of blue shorts, and a pair of scandals, the camera primarily focuses on his face. The setting behind was that of something of familiarity. That of which being the Coliseum itself.
"Wow...here we are. One of the greatest cities in the world, home of the Vatican and the Roman Catholic Church...to which I'm not a part of...I apologize, and at one time the home of the Roman Empire itself."
David sniffs a bit of the Roman air, looking off to the side before his eyes and face come to the camera. He then continues.
"Sadly, I can't really enjoy my stay, however. For you see, me...T-Money...and Thunder are going up against the likes of Snad, Ryder, and Kevin Hardaway. So, let's get started on the dissing, shall we?"
Asking nobody in particular, David looks around around the camera before looking over both of his shoulder. Coming back to the focus, the Citizen Soldier rambles away.
"Alright, so...we have Kevin Hardaway. The Rockstar. Well, I have a little secret about him first off. Surprisingly, it's not bad at all. So...he's exempt from David Alastair's special promo time. However, there's Ryder. The Unholy Warrior. He goes on a limb and claims that I'm just keep the United States title warm for him. Think about that all you want, Ryder, for I've been around before you decided to join the Global Wrestling Coalition. You're right on me winning this championship three times over the past year, and that's nothing bad. In fact, I don't see yourself...being the leader of Affiliction, some little stable that you and some gothic chick decided to forge together, being on my caliber. You're out of my league, and far from being in the presence of our present champ, T-Money. I'd say that if you and him were out in the streets of Compton, your chances would be next to nil in terms of survival. Next!"
Pulling out a piece of paper from his front pocket, Alastair reads the card for tomorrow night's Assault. He then nods and crumples the paper, followed by him tossing it over his right shoulder.
"Snad. Snad. Snad. Who the hell would name themselves Snad? Or better yet, what type of parents would actually allow their kid to be named such a retarded name. BANG! I play cowboys and indians. BANG! My mommy didn't tell me not to play with guns. BANG! RIck Mad isn't pinnin' my toy 'rasslers. BANG! Oh my god, I'm about to have a heart attack. I mean, god damn...somebody's been having their fair share of crack cocaine on the road as of late...if not during their childhood. Either that or paint chips. Oh brother..."
Shaking his head, David looks off-screen once again. His head was seemingly giving the audience the suggestion that David's was about to explode. Not of awesomeness, no...but out of the annoyance of the number one contender.
"Well, I'll let the match decide who's on what and what team will stand tall. However, as long as I have not one, but two champions with whom I am tagging with...I'm not too bothered by facing two wackos and a person that I have to stay quiet about. Why? Ask Reckless Jack. He probably won't tell you either. I'm sorry about that, but that's how it goes. Until next time, which will be me and RJ teaming up against GWC's resident Englishman and the person whom I have defeated before...This is David Alastair. It's time to spread the Citizen Soldier influence!"
David turns and walks off-screen, quickly prompting the scene to fade out.
"Wow...here we are. One of the greatest cities in the world, home of the Vatican and the Roman Catholic Church...to which I'm not a part of...I apologize, and at one time the home of the Roman Empire itself."
David sniffs a bit of the Roman air, looking off to the side before his eyes and face come to the camera. He then continues.
"Sadly, I can't really enjoy my stay, however. For you see, me...T-Money...and Thunder are going up against the likes of Snad, Ryder, and Kevin Hardaway. So, let's get started on the dissing, shall we?"
Asking nobody in particular, David looks around around the camera before looking over both of his shoulder. Coming back to the focus, the Citizen Soldier rambles away.
"Alright, so...we have Kevin Hardaway. The Rockstar. Well, I have a little secret about him first off. Surprisingly, it's not bad at all. So...he's exempt from David Alastair's special promo time. However, there's Ryder. The Unholy Warrior. He goes on a limb and claims that I'm just keep the United States title warm for him. Think about that all you want, Ryder, for I've been around before you decided to join the Global Wrestling Coalition. You're right on me winning this championship three times over the past year, and that's nothing bad. In fact, I don't see yourself...being the leader of Affiliction, some little stable that you and some gothic chick decided to forge together, being on my caliber. You're out of my league, and far from being in the presence of our present champ, T-Money. I'd say that if you and him were out in the streets of Compton, your chances would be next to nil in terms of survival. Next!"
Pulling out a piece of paper from his front pocket, Alastair reads the card for tomorrow night's Assault. He then nods and crumples the paper, followed by him tossing it over his right shoulder.
"Snad. Snad. Snad. Who the hell would name themselves Snad? Or better yet, what type of parents would actually allow their kid to be named such a retarded name. BANG! I play cowboys and indians. BANG! My mommy didn't tell me not to play with guns. BANG! RIck Mad isn't pinnin' my toy 'rasslers. BANG! Oh my god, I'm about to have a heart attack. I mean, god damn...somebody's been having their fair share of crack cocaine on the road as of late...if not during their childhood. Either that or paint chips. Oh brother..."
Shaking his head, David looks off-screen once again. His head was seemingly giving the audience the suggestion that David's was about to explode. Not of awesomeness, no...but out of the annoyance of the number one contender.
"Well, I'll let the match decide who's on what and what team will stand tall. However, as long as I have not one, but two champions with whom I am tagging with...I'm not too bothered by facing two wackos and a person that I have to stay quiet about. Why? Ask Reckless Jack. He probably won't tell you either. I'm sorry about that, but that's how it goes. Until next time, which will be me and RJ teaming up against GWC's resident Englishman and the person whom I have defeated before...This is David Alastair. It's time to spread the Citizen Soldier influence!"
David turns and walks off-screen, quickly prompting the scene to fade out.
