Post by David Alastair on Jan 4, 2007 15:17:34 GMT -5
The scene opens up with David Alastair, who is walking from the US Airways Center (in Phoenix, Arizona) while checking his wrists following a previous commitment. He is wearing his New York Mets hat, along with an Adidas hooded sweater, faded blue jeans, and a black pair of Vans sneakers. Once he notices the GWC camera walking alongside of him, David nods and stops, allowing the camera to veer in front of him.
" Y'know, I'm glad to see that you found me here. And I bet you're wondering why I'm in Arizona right now. That's easy to explain. Along with being a part of the Global Wrestling Coalition, I'm also a part of New Next Level Wrestling. I have yet to showcase my talent for both organizations. However, I feel like I'm one of both organization's top stars. What a privilege to have the honorable mention already..."
David scratches the back of his head.
" And what makes matters better for the Global Wrestling Coalition is that I, David Alastair, will soon be taking a hiatus in WCF to focus myself on GWC and 2NLW. So...that should be good news for Danny Vice, one of the few people I can trust around the ever-so-changing pro wrestling circuit."
Alastair clears his throat a bit before starting up yet again.
" Now, I might as well talk about my upcoming match against this Phantom character. And from what I hear, you're a "big player" in the backyard wrestling world. Seriously, what the hell? Only garbage wrestlers come from backyard feds. True wrestlers go abroad or train with an established wrestler to become what they become here in the circuit. And snapping your training pal's neck? Now that's a true sign of a horrible wrestler. To tell you the truth Phantom, you're the next El Gigante waiting to happen. A wrestler who can't "wrestle" his way out of a paper bag. That's pretty d**n sad.
Now, before you start ranting on me, I'll be gracious and give you a little background info about myself. I started in Japan, a country that respects pro wrestling as it is. A sport. I've wrestled legends like The Great Dragon and Isamu Ryuu over there. I've faced off against "The Valkyrie" Lind in what many over across the Pacific Ocean pronounced as a classic match..."
David then winks at the camera.
"For a reference on Lind being a pain in the rear, you can ask my pal over in GWC by the name of Skyler Striker. Word up to you, Striker."
Then, David points to his Mets hat.
"Oh yeah, you can to try make fun of New York and my Mets for all you want too... Heh."
He gives a hearty thumbs-up.
" So Phantom, that's a little ammo for your arsenal to work with. And about putting me in the Emergency Room? That's obviously not gonna happen, as The New Messiah, David Alastair...will put your happy backyarder ass in your place and save that Phantom Crasher of yours until you actually train for real wrestling and tangle with REAL wrestlers."
David smirks.
" So behold! I'm David Alastair, and GWC...I'll be looking forward to that first show of yours on the 10th in good ole San Diego."
Alastair then starts walking again, passing the camera, before the setting fades to black.
" Y'know, I'm glad to see that you found me here. And I bet you're wondering why I'm in Arizona right now. That's easy to explain. Along with being a part of the Global Wrestling Coalition, I'm also a part of New Next Level Wrestling. I have yet to showcase my talent for both organizations. However, I feel like I'm one of both organization's top stars. What a privilege to have the honorable mention already..."
David scratches the back of his head.
" And what makes matters better for the Global Wrestling Coalition is that I, David Alastair, will soon be taking a hiatus in WCF to focus myself on GWC and 2NLW. So...that should be good news for Danny Vice, one of the few people I can trust around the ever-so-changing pro wrestling circuit."
Alastair clears his throat a bit before starting up yet again.
" Now, I might as well talk about my upcoming match against this Phantom character. And from what I hear, you're a "big player" in the backyard wrestling world. Seriously, what the hell? Only garbage wrestlers come from backyard feds. True wrestlers go abroad or train with an established wrestler to become what they become here in the circuit. And snapping your training pal's neck? Now that's a true sign of a horrible wrestler. To tell you the truth Phantom, you're the next El Gigante waiting to happen. A wrestler who can't "wrestle" his way out of a paper bag. That's pretty d**n sad.
Now, before you start ranting on me, I'll be gracious and give you a little background info about myself. I started in Japan, a country that respects pro wrestling as it is. A sport. I've wrestled legends like The Great Dragon and Isamu Ryuu over there. I've faced off against "The Valkyrie" Lind in what many over across the Pacific Ocean pronounced as a classic match..."
David then winks at the camera.
"For a reference on Lind being a pain in the rear, you can ask my pal over in GWC by the name of Skyler Striker. Word up to you, Striker."
Then, David points to his Mets hat.
"Oh yeah, you can to try make fun of New York and my Mets for all you want too... Heh."
He gives a hearty thumbs-up.
" So Phantom, that's a little ammo for your arsenal to work with. And about putting me in the Emergency Room? That's obviously not gonna happen, as The New Messiah, David Alastair...will put your happy backyarder ass in your place and save that Phantom Crasher of yours until you actually train for real wrestling and tangle with REAL wrestlers."
David smirks.
" So behold! I'm David Alastair, and GWC...I'll be looking forward to that first show of yours on the 10th in good ole San Diego."
Alastair then starts walking again, passing the camera, before the setting fades to black.
