Post by Dan "Dragon" Taylor on Jul 29, 2007 21:26:49 GMT -5
I have to say, I’m quite impressed. I didn’t ask for special conditions, more pay than anyone else or anything like that, but here I am in my very own locker room. It’s quite a decent one too. It’s the perfect place for me to train, eat and retire to after my match tonight. I could live in here. Suppose I should get up really.
The scene opens up into the locker room of new XVI superstar, Dan Taylor. The tall walls are covered in a thick, black paint. A silver-coloured metal frames various photographs of different stages in Dan’s career, hanging in no particular order or position on the dark walls. Hatched metal flooring is spread along the hard floor. At the end of the room are a row of silvery lockers, standing to attention like soldiers on guard. A black, leather couch sits in one corner with a matching chair beside it. Both seats are facing a black television on a metal stand. At the opposite side of the room is a small kitchen set up, consisting of black floor cupboards with a red, marble surface and a large, black fridge. Lay down on the couch with his hands covering his face is Dan Taylor, attired in a pair of grey, faded jeans and sporting a black t-shirt with the DDT logo printed on in red lettering.
Why can’t the match be tomorrow? This really isn’t like me. You can normally wake me up at three in the morning and challenge me to a match and I’d accept it in a heartbeat. I don’t know why today’s any different. I’m just in one of those moods, I guess. Where you don’t feel like doing anything other than being purposely lazy. Maybe it’s the place. No, that can’t be it. I’m treated with a fair bit of respect and it seems like quite a good place to be. Maybe it’s my opponents tonight. That shouldn’t be the reason either. I mean, I have quite a challenge. That’s it, I’m getting up. Later. No, now. Actually, maybe I could get a couple of minutes sleep. No, I can’t, I’d sleep right through. Right. Up I get.
Fighting the temptation to score some more sleep, Dan shoots up, sitting on the sofa. His strong hands are still over his face, rubbing his tired eyes. He drops his hands down onto his lap, showing the redness around his brows. His red lips widen immensely as his face is possessed by a huge yawn. After giving a moment to assess the situation, he stands up, giving a little kick of each leg to loosen them. He repeatedly throws his elbows back behind his head to stretch out his arms.
Tonight’s show will be headlined by Calaz and Kid Jack facing off inside a steel cage. Oooh, exciting. I’m sure it’s one that the crowd really want to see. Personally, I think there’s another match on the card that’s going to steal the show. It’s a certain match involving three men. The first is a main event performer and the number one contender to the world title. The second is someone who hasn’t had the chance to show off their true talents. And the third is… well… it’s me.
Dan walks over to the row of lockers. One of the lockers is open, and inside hangs a black, leather jacket. Dan pulls the jacket from off the coat hanger and proceeds to push his arms through the allocated sleeves. Grabbing hold of the collar, he readjusts the jacket, trying to get it as neat as possible. He reaches inside to the inner pocket and pulls out a pair of red, tinted sunglasses. He opens them up and holds them up to his pale face. He then pushes them over his ears to cover up his brown eyes.[/i]
Dan begins to scratch his trademark stubble before heading out towards the door. The scene switches to the hallways of the venue. The hard floor is smoothed over with concrete; many people are standing around conversing. Many layers of white paint hangs loosely from the cracked walls and on either side of the hallway are numerous doorways. Dan peers his head out from his locker room, and then steps completely out into the corridor. He checks the traffic congestion, turning from side to side. Unsure of which way to travel, he turns left, predicting that his destination would be in that direction. He drags one foot after the other, stomping his way around the backstage area. From nowhere, he is approached by XVI interviewer, Katie King.[/i]
Dan raises an eyebrow behind his glasses. He looks down at the woman whom advanced towards him. She is wearing a pair of green shoes which matches the short, green skirt that she dons. Her upper body is covered with a yellow t-shirt bearing the letters XVI. Her dazzling smile is enough to make any teenage boy melt and her long blonde hair flows like a river. Dan walks over to her.[/i]
Dan returns the smile. He pushes his sunglasses forward from his nose to get a better view of the woman standing in front of him. After surveying his new female acquaintance, he pushes the glasses back into their original position.[/i]
Well, I think I’m in a much better mood than I was before. I eagerly await my match. This Katie girl… quite the looker. She kind of reminds me of my ex-wife. I find it hard to say no to anyone that strikes a resemblance to Christine. I wasn’t really set on doing an interview, but… I’d hate to let Katie down. I think it’d be rude not to speak to her.
Bit of a smart ass too… maybe she is my ex-wife. [/color]
The two of them walk over and stand in front of a black camera. Behind them is a small clearing where there is a mini studio set up. Some monitors are effortlessly placed in front of a large black cloth which drapes from the ceiling. This cloth shows the XVI logo. Katie adjusts her hair and is handed a microphone by the camera man. Now with his hands spare, he proceeds to use his fingers to count down before pointing towards the duo, signalling that the tape is rolling.[/i]
Now, I really don’t know what to say. I could play it cool and pretend that I’m not here for the titles. I could say I’m just here for the ride and to have a good time like a lot of people say, but to be honest… no one is here for that. People don’t always wrestle just to say they have. The title is there to give people something to aim for. I pride myself on aiming high and that’s just what I’m going to do. However, I don’t want to say “that title’s mine” or something to that effect. I’d just sound egotistical.
Dan walks off the set, leaving Katie to bring the interview to an end. He continues his journey and begins to stroll down the hallway, stopping at a large door. The door reads “Jordan Glass”. Dan stands, staring at the wood with a cheeky grin on his face.[/i]
Dare I? Should I really step through this door? Should I enter and have a friendly chat with the guy who could turn out to be my worst enemy? Shall I give him a breath of my fire before he has chance to step into the ring? …Nah.
The scene opens up into the locker room of new XVI superstar, Dan Taylor. The tall walls are covered in a thick, black paint. A silver-coloured metal frames various photographs of different stages in Dan’s career, hanging in no particular order or position on the dark walls. Hatched metal flooring is spread along the hard floor. At the end of the room are a row of silvery lockers, standing to attention like soldiers on guard. A black, leather couch sits in one corner with a matching chair beside it. Both seats are facing a black television on a metal stand. At the opposite side of the room is a small kitchen set up, consisting of black floor cupboards with a red, marble surface and a large, black fridge. Lay down on the couch with his hands covering his face is Dan Taylor, attired in a pair of grey, faded jeans and sporting a black t-shirt with the DDT logo printed on in red lettering.
Why can’t the match be tomorrow? This really isn’t like me. You can normally wake me up at three in the morning and challenge me to a match and I’d accept it in a heartbeat. I don’t know why today’s any different. I’m just in one of those moods, I guess. Where you don’t feel like doing anything other than being purposely lazy. Maybe it’s the place. No, that can’t be it. I’m treated with a fair bit of respect and it seems like quite a good place to be. Maybe it’s my opponents tonight. That shouldn’t be the reason either. I mean, I have quite a challenge. That’s it, I’m getting up. Later. No, now. Actually, maybe I could get a couple of minutes sleep. No, I can’t, I’d sleep right through. Right. Up I get.
Fighting the temptation to score some more sleep, Dan shoots up, sitting on the sofa. His strong hands are still over his face, rubbing his tired eyes. He drops his hands down onto his lap, showing the redness around his brows. His red lips widen immensely as his face is possessed by a huge yawn. After giving a moment to assess the situation, he stands up, giving a little kick of each leg to loosen them. He repeatedly throws his elbows back behind his head to stretch out his arms.
.:|x|:. Dan “Dragon” Taylor .:|x|:.
Here it goes again.[/color]Tonight’s show will be headlined by Calaz and Kid Jack facing off inside a steel cage. Oooh, exciting. I’m sure it’s one that the crowd really want to see. Personally, I think there’s another match on the card that’s going to steal the show. It’s a certain match involving three men. The first is a main event performer and the number one contender to the world title. The second is someone who hasn’t had the chance to show off their true talents. And the third is… well… it’s me.
Dan walks over to the row of lockers. One of the lockers is open, and inside hangs a black, leather jacket. Dan pulls the jacket from off the coat hanger and proceeds to push his arms through the allocated sleeves. Grabbing hold of the collar, he readjusts the jacket, trying to get it as neat as possible. He reaches inside to the inner pocket and pulls out a pair of red, tinted sunglasses. He opens them up and holds them up to his pale face. He then pushes them over his ears to cover up his brown eyes.[/i]
.:|x|:. Dan “Dragon” Taylor .:|x|:.
Well. I guess I better go get some more training in.[/color]Dan begins to scratch his trademark stubble before heading out towards the door. The scene switches to the hallways of the venue. The hard floor is smoothed over with concrete; many people are standing around conversing. Many layers of white paint hangs loosely from the cracked walls and on either side of the hallway are numerous doorways. Dan peers his head out from his locker room, and then steps completely out into the corridor. He checks the traffic congestion, turning from side to side. Unsure of which way to travel, he turns left, predicting that his destination would be in that direction. He drags one foot after the other, stomping his way around the backstage area. From nowhere, he is approached by XVI interviewer, Katie King.[/i]
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^|:. Katie King .^|:.
Dan, Dan. I’m sure you’re very busy, but can I get a few words before your match?
^|:. Katie King .^|:.Dan raises an eyebrow behind his glasses. He looks down at the woman whom advanced towards him. She is wearing a pair of green shoes which matches the short, green skirt that she dons. Her upper body is covered with a yellow t-shirt bearing the letters XVI. Her dazzling smile is enough to make any teenage boy melt and her long blonde hair flows like a river. Dan walks over to her.[/i]
.:|x|:. Dan “Dragon” Taylor .:|x|:.
I’m sorry. And you are?[/color].^|:. Katie King .^|:.
Sorry, how rude of me. I forgot to introduce myself. My name’s Katie King. I’m the interviewer here for XVI.^|:. Katie King .^|:.Dan returns the smile. He pushes his sunglasses forward from his nose to get a better view of the woman standing in front of him. After surveying his new female acquaintance, he pushes the glasses back into their original position.[/i]
Well, I think I’m in a much better mood than I was before. I eagerly await my match. This Katie girl… quite the looker. She kind of reminds me of my ex-wife. I find it hard to say no to anyone that strikes a resemblance to Christine. I wasn’t really set on doing an interview, but… I’d hate to let Katie down. I think it’d be rude not to speak to her.
.:|x|:. Dan “Dragon” Taylor .:|x|:.
Pleasure to meet you. Sure, I’ll do the interview. Where do you want me?[/color].^|:. Katie King .^|:.
In front of the camera would be nice.^|:. Katie King .^|:.Bit of a smart ass too… maybe she is my ex-wife. [/color]
The two of them walk over and stand in front of a black camera. Behind them is a small clearing where there is a mini studio set up. Some monitors are effortlessly placed in front of a large black cloth which drapes from the ceiling. This cloth shows the XVI logo. Katie adjusts her hair and is handed a microphone by the camera man. Now with his hands spare, he proceeds to use his fingers to count down before pointing towards the duo, signalling that the tape is rolling.[/i]
.^|:. Katie King .^|:.
Hello, everyone. I’m Katie King. Joining me now is one of XVI’s newest additions to the roster, Dan “Dragon” Taylor. Now, Dan, you’ve built up quite a following in other promotions. Do you think that you will be able to have the same affect on the crowd here?^|:. Katie King .^|:..:|x|:. Dan “Dragon” Taylor .:|x|:.
I can’t say. I heard a few cheers last time I was out, but I wouldn’t call it a following. Let the fans decide whether or not they want to boo or cheer me. No matter what, it’ll still be them that keep me going. I will want to fight for the ones that chant my name and for those that boo me, I want to show them what I can do and prove to them that I am a worthy competitor.[/color].^|:. Katie King .^|:.
You are just a few moments away from your first ever match here with us. Could you tell us a little about that?^|:. Katie King .^|:..:|x|:. Dan “Dragon” Taylor .:|x|:.
Well, I’m sure many of you are all aware that this match is a triple threat match. That means that I don’t actually have to be pinned for me to lose. I could be tying my shoelace when before I know it, the other opponents have scored a pinfall or submission. That’s why I’m not a big fan of these matches.[/color].^|:. Katie King .^|:.
One of your opponents will be Jordan Glass. Jordan is one of the top superstars here in X-treme Vicious Intent and is currently the number one contender to the world heavyweight title. Last week you told us that you’re also wanting that belt. Do you have anything to say to Jordan about it?^|:. Katie King .^|:.Now, I really don’t know what to say. I could play it cool and pretend that I’m not here for the titles. I could say I’m just here for the ride and to have a good time like a lot of people say, but to be honest… no one is here for that. People don’t always wrestle just to say they have. The title is there to give people something to aim for. I pride myself on aiming high and that’s just what I’m going to do. However, I don’t want to say “that title’s mine” or something to that effect. I’d just sound egotistical.
.:|x|:. Dan “Dragon” Taylor .:|x|:.
Jordan. I know what you’re going through. I want the title just as much as you do and I can’t deny that. I will be patient though. I’m not going to demand a shot. In fact… I’m not even going to ask for one. The powers that be will no if I truly deserve one because at the moment, I don’t think I do. But Jordan, know this. If you have that belt when or if management decides to give me a shot, then I will expect you to do the decent thing and polish the title, as clichéd as that is… because I will stop at nothing to take it from you.[/color].^|:. Katie King .^|:.
At the King of the Ring, Myst debuted to XVI and took out two men. How do you feel about stepping into the ring with him?^|:. Katie King .^|:..:|x|:. Dan “Dragon” Taylor .:|x|:.
To tell you the truth, I’m petrified. The Meds were two of the top wrestlers here and he absolutely dominated them. This guy is definitely a force not to be messed with. Well, you can call me crazy… because I’m about to mess with this force. Myst, I can guarantee you are going to be hearing three numbers. You’ll be getting the 1 …2 …3, courtesy of the DDT …K …I …D! Peace out, yo.[/color]Dan walks off the set, leaving Katie to bring the interview to an end. He continues his journey and begins to stroll down the hallway, stopping at a large door. The door reads “Jordan Glass”. Dan stands, staring at the wood with a cheeky grin on his face.[/i]
Dare I? Should I really step through this door? Should I enter and have a friendly chat with the guy who could turn out to be my worst enemy? Shall I give him a breath of my fire before he has chance to step into the ring? …Nah.
