Post by davidvandam on Jan 31, 2006 14:20:19 GMT -5
"Maybe I just can't cut it, anymore?" He asks himself as he looks in the mirror. His face looks back, but he's not sure if it's his own face or not. There is no smile on the face. No hint of joy. None of that exubarance that usually fills his face. He's solemn. Serious. He's batting zero for four, it's not something he likes to do. He doesn't like to have victory escape him, especially when he should be easily defeating some of these people.
"What happened, David?" He ponders, trying to figure out where he went wrong. Where did he faulter? He always thought he was a good in ring performer. He always thought he was one of the best, but yet in Pure Class Wrestling, he hasn't been able to rise to the occasion. His debut performance had everyone talking about him. He was going straight to the top, he was going to be a big deal. He wanted to be a big deal. He was ready to be a big deal, but something happened. For some reason, he wasn't able to become a big deal. His work level slowly began to decrease. Maybe he lost confidence in himself. Maybe he lost motivation. Or maybe, it was his own ploy to lure PCW into a false sense of security.
He rubs a hand over his clean shaven face. A face that looks older than it has in the past. Deep, dark circles under the eyes that tend to hint at a lack of sleep. His body is moving more sluggishly than ever. He does not look like a successful man. He looks like a beaten a man. A man who's given up. "Where did you go wrong? What did you do to let it become like this? You go from being one of the very best in the world, to this. Now you're standing in a hotel room looking at yourself, not sure if you belong."
He sighs heavily. And moves from the bathroom, from underneath those over-bearing florsecent lights that seem so articial, but at the same time so real. Like sunlight isn't real, because it isn't controlable. He can't decide whether or not the sun burns, he can't decide on victory and defeat. He's just a victim of chance and circumstance. Or, is he? Maybe he's his own man, who does determine his fate. But is he just another creation of a being, painted by a cosmic paintbrush. His his existence something another creature made up? He groans as he lowers his body into a chair. "Look at yourself, David. You're not the same man you used to be. And that's okay, but not if you want to stay in the wrestling business. You're becoming weak, you're becoming pathetic, and that just isn't acceptable. If you want to stay in this business, if you want to be one of the best like you used to be, you need to step your game up and perform at the level you used to. This is your chance. Your first ever Pure Class Wrestling Pay Per View. You're being given a shot. A chance. An opportunity. One chance to seize it all and get another shot at the PCW World Title. But it's a gauntlet match. There's three other guys in this match. All of them want the same thing, and they are all going to do whatever they have to do to win. But David, are you? Are you going to give this all you've got? Or, are you going to let this chance slip through your fingers like grains of sand?"
He looks down at his knees. He has bags of ice taped to them, trying to numb the pain that seems to be all to frequent now-a-days. "What happened to the David Van Dam that stood in the Galaxy Wrestling Alliance? You did everything for that company, you lifted them onto your back and you carried them to heights they never thought possible. Where's the David Van Dam of PWT? The one who still shows up with that fire, so that he can once again be the PWT World Champion. Where's the David Van Dam of the MSN circuit, who hates to be disrespected? Where's the real David Van Dam? Do you still have it in you... Do I still have it in me? Can I really deliver time and time again in more than one company, on more than one circuit. Am I really that good? Am I STILL that good? Maybe I'm not. Maybe I'm not good enough to do it time and time again. But I want to be that good. I still want to be that guy. And damn it, I'm going to do whatever I have to do to win. Prophet, Pegasus, Showtime, you guys are walking into this gauntlet match wanting to be the top guy, just like I do. But, are you willing to do whatever you have to do to pull the victory off, just like I am. I'm not ready to lose. I'm not ready to be reduced to beign just another wrestler who came in and made some waves, but then flattened out. A flash in the pan. I'm ready to be on top. I want to be THE guy in PCW, and I'm going to do whatever I have to do to be that guy. So damn it, watch out. David Van Dam is back with that fire."
He breathes and shuts his eyes to symbolize the ned of the promo. The cameras end.
"What happened, David?" He ponders, trying to figure out where he went wrong. Where did he faulter? He always thought he was a good in ring performer. He always thought he was one of the best, but yet in Pure Class Wrestling, he hasn't been able to rise to the occasion. His debut performance had everyone talking about him. He was going straight to the top, he was going to be a big deal. He wanted to be a big deal. He was ready to be a big deal, but something happened. For some reason, he wasn't able to become a big deal. His work level slowly began to decrease. Maybe he lost confidence in himself. Maybe he lost motivation. Or maybe, it was his own ploy to lure PCW into a false sense of security.
He rubs a hand over his clean shaven face. A face that looks older than it has in the past. Deep, dark circles under the eyes that tend to hint at a lack of sleep. His body is moving more sluggishly than ever. He does not look like a successful man. He looks like a beaten a man. A man who's given up. "Where did you go wrong? What did you do to let it become like this? You go from being one of the very best in the world, to this. Now you're standing in a hotel room looking at yourself, not sure if you belong."
He sighs heavily. And moves from the bathroom, from underneath those over-bearing florsecent lights that seem so articial, but at the same time so real. Like sunlight isn't real, because it isn't controlable. He can't decide whether or not the sun burns, he can't decide on victory and defeat. He's just a victim of chance and circumstance. Or, is he? Maybe he's his own man, who does determine his fate. But is he just another creation of a being, painted by a cosmic paintbrush. His his existence something another creature made up? He groans as he lowers his body into a chair. "Look at yourself, David. You're not the same man you used to be. And that's okay, but not if you want to stay in the wrestling business. You're becoming weak, you're becoming pathetic, and that just isn't acceptable. If you want to stay in this business, if you want to be one of the best like you used to be, you need to step your game up and perform at the level you used to. This is your chance. Your first ever Pure Class Wrestling Pay Per View. You're being given a shot. A chance. An opportunity. One chance to seize it all and get another shot at the PCW World Title. But it's a gauntlet match. There's three other guys in this match. All of them want the same thing, and they are all going to do whatever they have to do to win. But David, are you? Are you going to give this all you've got? Or, are you going to let this chance slip through your fingers like grains of sand?"
He looks down at his knees. He has bags of ice taped to them, trying to numb the pain that seems to be all to frequent now-a-days. "What happened to the David Van Dam that stood in the Galaxy Wrestling Alliance? You did everything for that company, you lifted them onto your back and you carried them to heights they never thought possible. Where's the David Van Dam of PWT? The one who still shows up with that fire, so that he can once again be the PWT World Champion. Where's the David Van Dam of the MSN circuit, who hates to be disrespected? Where's the real David Van Dam? Do you still have it in you... Do I still have it in me? Can I really deliver time and time again in more than one company, on more than one circuit. Am I really that good? Am I STILL that good? Maybe I'm not. Maybe I'm not good enough to do it time and time again. But I want to be that good. I still want to be that guy. And damn it, I'm going to do whatever I have to do to win. Prophet, Pegasus, Showtime, you guys are walking into this gauntlet match wanting to be the top guy, just like I do. But, are you willing to do whatever you have to do to pull the victory off, just like I am. I'm not ready to lose. I'm not ready to be reduced to beign just another wrestler who came in and made some waves, but then flattened out. A flash in the pan. I'm ready to be on top. I want to be THE guy in PCW, and I'm going to do whatever I have to do to be that guy. So damn it, watch out. David Van Dam is back with that fire."
He breathes and shuts his eyes to symbolize the ned of the promo. The cameras end.