Post by Dave Nightmare on Apr 9, 2009 6:42:11 GMT -5
The roaring sounds of a Harley Davison start the scene as we see a man heading towards us. As he approaches he gets slower but the engine sound is as loud as ever. The slow movement comes to a standstill as the figure gets close before turning right. We pan back to see a row of other motorbikes as the man parks up. Getting on his bike, we see him in all his glory. The first impression of this man shows us that he fairly tall which could be seen as intimidating. He has long hair but today it seems he has it tied back. On top of his black hair he wears a bandana complimented by thick black sunglasses. He has a blue open shirt on with denim jeans on. This is all topped off with a long black trench coat. He looks at the KWF camera and slowly takes the sunglasses off.
DN: Welcome KWF. Before you stands KWF’s self proclaimed Grim Reaper. I am Dave Nightmare. I am here to get rid of the rubbish and evil things in KWF. From this moment on, we will be going on the adventure of a lifetime. Well more so you guys, you get to follow me around and experience my life as I live it, outside the ring as well as being inside it. Damn, I feel like a reality star but you know … just better.
The slightest of smirks shows on the face of Dave who raises his right hand playing with his black goatee. He pops his black sunglasses on and enters the building he has parked his Harley outside. When going inside it is clear we are at a bar. Tons of people sat at various tables, sharing stories, disagreeing on sports, drooling over women and best of all, discussing the wonders on the motorbike. Dave stands in the door way. The setting sun beams in creating a silhouette of Dave. Thing is, to us who have just met this guy we couldn’t see his face and to be honest, with this kind of entrance you’d be intimidated. Nothing you can do about it, you just would be. Some people turn around while some carry on drinking their beer and having a laugh.
“Dave, my man.”
A small blonde haired man gets off his stool from at the bar and heads towards Dave who now enters the building properly.
DN: How you doing, Peter.
Peter: Not bad at all man. How have you been?
Peter turns and heads back to the bar with Dave pacing behind him. Before Dave can walk anymore, I male leans back on his chair clenching a first hoping for a touch from Dave. Dave touches knuckles as he nods at the guy,
DN: How you doing, you ok?
The male nods.
Peter: Huh?
Peter turns back around as Dave shakes his head.
DN: Never mind. Anyway … yeah I’ve been well. Took a break from life really, rethought my life and I have a bit of direction now.
Both guys reach the bar as Peter holds up two fingers signaling to the barman for some beer. The two friends take a seat at the bar as the barman places two bottles on the bar.
Peter: Yeah I got a text about that. You really think wrestling is the way to go.
Dave shrugs.
DN: I’m not sure it is the best way to go but man, the federation seems great and the money they are offering … hell, it deserves a shot.
Peter nods,
Peter: I understand, what name, will you be going under? “The Big Bad” Dave …
Cutting him off,
DN: Don’t say it.
Peter: What?
DN: You know I hate my surname. I don’t know, I was thinking of maybe something on the lines of “Dave Nightmare”.
Peter nods,
Peter: Not at all man, not bad at all.
Dave picks up his bottle and takes three refreshing gulps.
DN: Ahhh. Nice. I must admit, I have missed the quality beer here.
Peter: We’ve missed you. You’re the best local here.
Dave turns on his stool and looks over his shoulder to the people he has drunk with for most of his life. He has had the good times and the bad times in this place but Dave is at the stage in his life where something has to give.
DN: Yeah, I’ll still pop in and that but I need to mark a new start in my life. Plus being able to take my Harley on the road, I get to travel. I’ve always wanted to do that.
Peter nods again.
Peter: Well all the best to you man. Things won’t be the same without you here but if you can promise to still show your face here and there then all the best.
DN: I never break a promise man.
Dave picks up his beer and gulps down the rest. He gives a slight burp before holding his fist out. Peter bumps knuckles with Dave who stands and heads towards the exit. Like an excited little child Peter stands clapping out loud. Slowly but surely the bar goes quiet. Dave turns back around. Peter stops, looking rather embarrassed. Dave, without a word, simply thumps his chest and then holds his fist forward. The people in the bar hold their drinks aloft as Dave nods. He then heads out the door to his motorbike. He sits on the bike and turns to the camera.
DN: I didn’t tell them I had a match set up but it seems I am going against two guys in a triple threat. Damn, that is a hell of a first match for me. I’ll have to have eyes in the back of my head in order to win this one I must admit. However there is one thing that baffles me.
Dave puts his glasses on his forehead,
DN: And that is my opponents. How messed up are they? Both consumed by murder that in all fairness they have forgotten the main dawg in this match and that is Dave Nightmare. Standing at 6’9” and weighing 312lbs. How can you forget that kind of a human being? McIntyre, you may hear voices on that little head of yours but man it’s all fake, it’s all made up. Does it scare me that with the voices you may actually be unstable enough to kick ass be known as a sadistic guy? Hell no. All it says to me is that someone needs a trip to the doctors. Klayton, I suggest you worry about me instead of those voices in your head. Believe me, I hurt more.
Dave rubs his chin at thought of punishing Klayton and his voices.
DN: Then there is victim to murder no. 2. Levi Rhoades. Has the messed up family life meaning he is just unstable as the next one. Damn it feels like I am facing two of the same person this week. This will be fun … getting the chance to pummel some sense into these two emo’s I mean. Levi the only thing that I took from your promo that I thought, “you know what, that makes sense”, is the first impression bit. This week is the chance to make that all important first impression and what better way than beating two guys who are more obsessed with death than they are with living and making a name for themselves. Which, if they don’t know by now, is my plan.
Dave nods at the camera, pops his glasses down and starts his engine. He reverses back before pulling away. The engine roars as we then cut out.
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DN: Welcome KWF. Before you stands KWF’s self proclaimed Grim Reaper. I am Dave Nightmare. I am here to get rid of the rubbish and evil things in KWF. From this moment on, we will be going on the adventure of a lifetime. Well more so you guys, you get to follow me around and experience my life as I live it, outside the ring as well as being inside it. Damn, I feel like a reality star but you know … just better.
The slightest of smirks shows on the face of Dave who raises his right hand playing with his black goatee. He pops his black sunglasses on and enters the building he has parked his Harley outside. When going inside it is clear we are at a bar. Tons of people sat at various tables, sharing stories, disagreeing on sports, drooling over women and best of all, discussing the wonders on the motorbike. Dave stands in the door way. The setting sun beams in creating a silhouette of Dave. Thing is, to us who have just met this guy we couldn’t see his face and to be honest, with this kind of entrance you’d be intimidated. Nothing you can do about it, you just would be. Some people turn around while some carry on drinking their beer and having a laugh.
“Dave, my man.”
A small blonde haired man gets off his stool from at the bar and heads towards Dave who now enters the building properly.
DN: How you doing, Peter.
Peter: Not bad at all man. How have you been?
Peter turns and heads back to the bar with Dave pacing behind him. Before Dave can walk anymore, I male leans back on his chair clenching a first hoping for a touch from Dave. Dave touches knuckles as he nods at the guy,
DN: How you doing, you ok?
The male nods.
Peter: Huh?
Peter turns back around as Dave shakes his head.
DN: Never mind. Anyway … yeah I’ve been well. Took a break from life really, rethought my life and I have a bit of direction now.
Both guys reach the bar as Peter holds up two fingers signaling to the barman for some beer. The two friends take a seat at the bar as the barman places two bottles on the bar.
Peter: Yeah I got a text about that. You really think wrestling is the way to go.
Dave shrugs.
DN: I’m not sure it is the best way to go but man, the federation seems great and the money they are offering … hell, it deserves a shot.
Peter nods,
Peter: I understand, what name, will you be going under? “The Big Bad” Dave …
Cutting him off,
DN: Don’t say it.
Peter: What?
DN: You know I hate my surname. I don’t know, I was thinking of maybe something on the lines of “Dave Nightmare”.
Peter nods,
Peter: Not at all man, not bad at all.
Dave picks up his bottle and takes three refreshing gulps.
DN: Ahhh. Nice. I must admit, I have missed the quality beer here.
Peter: We’ve missed you. You’re the best local here.
Dave turns on his stool and looks over his shoulder to the people he has drunk with for most of his life. He has had the good times and the bad times in this place but Dave is at the stage in his life where something has to give.
DN: Yeah, I’ll still pop in and that but I need to mark a new start in my life. Plus being able to take my Harley on the road, I get to travel. I’ve always wanted to do that.
Peter nods again.
Peter: Well all the best to you man. Things won’t be the same without you here but if you can promise to still show your face here and there then all the best.
DN: I never break a promise man.
Dave picks up his beer and gulps down the rest. He gives a slight burp before holding his fist out. Peter bumps knuckles with Dave who stands and heads towards the exit. Like an excited little child Peter stands clapping out loud. Slowly but surely the bar goes quiet. Dave turns back around. Peter stops, looking rather embarrassed. Dave, without a word, simply thumps his chest and then holds his fist forward. The people in the bar hold their drinks aloft as Dave nods. He then heads out the door to his motorbike. He sits on the bike and turns to the camera.
DN: I didn’t tell them I had a match set up but it seems I am going against two guys in a triple threat. Damn, that is a hell of a first match for me. I’ll have to have eyes in the back of my head in order to win this one I must admit. However there is one thing that baffles me.
Dave puts his glasses on his forehead,
DN: And that is my opponents. How messed up are they? Both consumed by murder that in all fairness they have forgotten the main dawg in this match and that is Dave Nightmare. Standing at 6’9” and weighing 312lbs. How can you forget that kind of a human being? McIntyre, you may hear voices on that little head of yours but man it’s all fake, it’s all made up. Does it scare me that with the voices you may actually be unstable enough to kick ass be known as a sadistic guy? Hell no. All it says to me is that someone needs a trip to the doctors. Klayton, I suggest you worry about me instead of those voices in your head. Believe me, I hurt more.
Dave rubs his chin at thought of punishing Klayton and his voices.
DN: Then there is victim to murder no. 2. Levi Rhoades. Has the messed up family life meaning he is just unstable as the next one. Damn it feels like I am facing two of the same person this week. This will be fun … getting the chance to pummel some sense into these two emo’s I mean. Levi the only thing that I took from your promo that I thought, “you know what, that makes sense”, is the first impression bit. This week is the chance to make that all important first impression and what better way than beating two guys who are more obsessed with death than they are with living and making a name for themselves. Which, if they don’t know by now, is my plan.
Dave nods at the camera, pops his glasses down and starts his engine. He reverses back before pulling away. The engine roars as we then cut out.
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