Post by Deleted on May 18, 2023 23:21:18 GMT -5
(This is a quick shot that's supposed to have taken place after David shows up in Billy Danielson vs Mark Storm).
The camera has a static shot of the backstage area. It must be relatively close to the entrance way, because the noise of the crowd bleeds into the frame. Within a few seconds, a figure walks into view; the figure of David Carroll. He stops for a beat, filling up the frame sideways, his hands clasped together down near his waist. After taking an audible breath, he turns to face the camera, and empathy is etched across his features.
David: "I can understand why you might be angry with me, William. I get it. You've gone out there for the past month or so, all the talent in the world, just to find yourself falling short again and again. We had our match when you were fresh off of your loss to Anthony Cross, a match that you were heavily favored in…and you lost. You lost again, and then you lost again, but I heard you in the back William. I heard you say that the people don't look at you in the same light they did in the past, that nobody wants to cheer for a loser."
David shakes his head vehemently, his right hand held out flat and cutting the air in front of him.
David: "That's your problem right there, that mentality. I've been watching you, the fans have been watching you for a long time and William, you my friend are NOT a loser. You're a winner. You're a winner, and someone who still has massive potential, but somewhere along the road, you've forgotten how to be exactly who you are. You have to remember to think bigger. See, a loser is someone who thinks too small, who prays too small, who believes too small and who ultimately lives, too small. You believe in lies such as God is not on your side, well that right there is the biggest fallacy you can tell yourself!"
He closes his eyes and takes a deep breath as if regain his composure. Dark brown eyes shoot open again, softer, a smile on his face.
David: "You have to trust that I only have the best of intentions. I walked onto that entrance ramp because I wanted to see you at your best. Did I assault you? No, I did not. People will tell you that I came out there to distract you. That I'm the mastermind behind some conspiracy to keep you down, but those people come to you in sheep's clothing. Inwardly, they are ravenous wolves who feast on your suffering, who drink in your anguish! Do not be lead astray by those who would feed you lies, you are smarter than that."
David's right hand raises up and he tilts it to the side, as if offering a handshake to the camera.
David: "This is me extending an olive branch. This is me extending my hand in friendship. Take hold of my right hand, and not only will I stand by your side, but God will stand by your side. Through him, everything is possible. I'm proof of that."
His hand drops and David's head turns from side to side.
David: "My match against Anthony Cross is soon. Again, I know that you think you cannot trust me, but I am here to help you. I don't expect an immediate answer, what I do expect though is for you to think about it. Moreso, pray about it."
The camera fades to black.
The camera has a static shot of the backstage area. It must be relatively close to the entrance way, because the noise of the crowd bleeds into the frame. Within a few seconds, a figure walks into view; the figure of David Carroll. He stops for a beat, filling up the frame sideways, his hands clasped together down near his waist. After taking an audible breath, he turns to face the camera, and empathy is etched across his features.
David: "I can understand why you might be angry with me, William. I get it. You've gone out there for the past month or so, all the talent in the world, just to find yourself falling short again and again. We had our match when you were fresh off of your loss to Anthony Cross, a match that you were heavily favored in…and you lost. You lost again, and then you lost again, but I heard you in the back William. I heard you say that the people don't look at you in the same light they did in the past, that nobody wants to cheer for a loser."
David shakes his head vehemently, his right hand held out flat and cutting the air in front of him.
David: "That's your problem right there, that mentality. I've been watching you, the fans have been watching you for a long time and William, you my friend are NOT a loser. You're a winner. You're a winner, and someone who still has massive potential, but somewhere along the road, you've forgotten how to be exactly who you are. You have to remember to think bigger. See, a loser is someone who thinks too small, who prays too small, who believes too small and who ultimately lives, too small. You believe in lies such as God is not on your side, well that right there is the biggest fallacy you can tell yourself!"
He closes his eyes and takes a deep breath as if regain his composure. Dark brown eyes shoot open again, softer, a smile on his face.
David: "You have to trust that I only have the best of intentions. I walked onto that entrance ramp because I wanted to see you at your best. Did I assault you? No, I did not. People will tell you that I came out there to distract you. That I'm the mastermind behind some conspiracy to keep you down, but those people come to you in sheep's clothing. Inwardly, they are ravenous wolves who feast on your suffering, who drink in your anguish! Do not be lead astray by those who would feed you lies, you are smarter than that."
David's right hand raises up and he tilts it to the side, as if offering a handshake to the camera.
David: "This is me extending an olive branch. This is me extending my hand in friendship. Take hold of my right hand, and not only will I stand by your side, but God will stand by your side. Through him, everything is possible. I'm proof of that."
His hand drops and David's head turns from side to side.
David: "My match against Anthony Cross is soon. Again, I know that you think you cannot trust me, but I am here to help you. I don't expect an immediate answer, what I do expect though is for you to think about it. Moreso, pray about it."
The camera fades to black.