Post by The Davids Brothers on Sept 8, 2007 12:20:32 GMT -6
The press conference, scheduled for 12:30 pm, still has no sign of Adam Davids and it is 12:41. A pale man with medium length brown hair walks out in an Adam Davids-esque get up minus the fedora. His black leather boots thudding across the stage can be heard over the light murmur of the press. He walks up to the podium and stands with a big grin on his face, showing off his bright white teeth.
A chubby member of the press steps up and asks what everyone else in the room was thinking, "Where is Adam Davids and who are you?"
The man replies in a brittish accent, "I am Adam Davids."
The chubby man replies, "Come on it is obvious you aren't Adam Davids, now where is he?"
The man looks to the left of the stage and motions for someone to come hand him something. A nerdy, short man scurries up to the brown haired man with a bag full of items and hands the bag to him.
"This," the man with the brittish accent says. "Is "The Assassin" Adam Davids." The man opens the bag and pulls out what looks to be a torn halloween mask and tosses it into the crowd. "And this...and this." the man says tossing a few more items into the crowd. The noise grows louder and louder before finally quieting down. A brunette woman steps forward with a question.
"Are you saying that "The Assassin" Adam Davids' scars and facial appearance were nothing more than a few tricks from a halloween shop?" The woman asks, holding up a case of contacts and what appear to be quite realistic fake teeth.
"Yes, except for a little bit more expensive than a halloween shop."
The same woman asks another question, "Why wear a costume?"
The man who claims to be Adam Davids responds, "I had tried out for WpW several times but couldn't get a contract, probably because I am an untrained pretty boy and they didn't think I would have what it takes. So, like the genious I am, I came up with a plan. I decided to stand out, I would wear some kind of costume, then I met Brian Backwell who just happens to be a huge horror movie buff and has even produced a few low budget films. One thing led to another and bam, that ugly mask in your hands," Adam points to a man who is still looking down at the mask. "was created."
A short blonde woman steps forward, "If you really are Adam Davids, then where is that raspy voice? You sound absolutely nothing like Davids."
The man on the stage clears his throat and speaks, "Now do I sound like Adam Davids." The man speaks without his suave brittish accent and sounds exactly like Adam Davids raspy, deep voice.
A man steps forward, "Just because you can imitate him, doesn't mean you are him."
"Fair enough." The man says in his brittish accent. He walks over to the side of the podium and opens up his black leather trench coat almost like a middle aged flasher. There around his waist, is the WpW Continental Title.
A very tall man steps forward, "You know what? I believe that is Adam Davids up there. No, not because he has the belt, but because Adam Davids is the only man that would carry around a defunct belt a month after the federation went down."
"Are you going to ask a question or are you just going to make petty insults?" Davids asks.
"OK, seeing as you have called this press conference, what was the point? To reveal that you aren't a burn victim?
"No of course not. I called this press conference because I am starting anew, not only with my physical appearance, but where I wrestle as well. You see, just the other day we signed an RCW contract to wrestle there."
"When you say we," a skinny man steps up to say. "Do you mean you and those two old potheads?"
Davids laughs before answering the question. "No I don't mean I'm bringing Ron and Spyder. Just like Brian Backwell, they were just pieces of my plan to be able to climb the ladder over at WpW faster. I got tons of attention when those two smoked "pot" on camera and thats all I brought them in for, attention."
"Well if not Spyder, Ron, or Backwell, who are you bringing in?" a reporter asks.
"I am bringing in one man, but, that man has the strength of two and the agression of three. He's not just some random person I found at a grocery store because I have known him my entire life. He is my brother, Brock Davids."
A muscular, pale, blonde haired man walks out on the stage wearing almost the exact same clothing as his brother, Adam. He joins Adam at the podium, but unlike Adam he has a very stern, unhappy look upon his face.
"Now, before you ask any more stupid questions, allow me to make my final statement. We," Davids says, pointing at himself and his brother, "Are the Trench Coat Mafia. We are the two best wrestlers here in RCW and I am the only member of the RCW roster with a championship around his waist.
Brock Davids takes the mic out of his brothers hands and finishes for him. "Once our first match gets signed, that is when the destruction begins. Now this press conference is over." Brock speaks in a brittish accent much like his brothers but his voice is much deeper than Adam's. With that, the two men walk off the stage and the camera fades to black.
A chubby member of the press steps up and asks what everyone else in the room was thinking, "Where is Adam Davids and who are you?"
The man replies in a brittish accent, "I am Adam Davids."
The chubby man replies, "Come on it is obvious you aren't Adam Davids, now where is he?"
The man looks to the left of the stage and motions for someone to come hand him something. A nerdy, short man scurries up to the brown haired man with a bag full of items and hands the bag to him.
"This," the man with the brittish accent says. "Is "The Assassin" Adam Davids." The man opens the bag and pulls out what looks to be a torn halloween mask and tosses it into the crowd. "And this...and this." the man says tossing a few more items into the crowd. The noise grows louder and louder before finally quieting down. A brunette woman steps forward with a question.
"Are you saying that "The Assassin" Adam Davids' scars and facial appearance were nothing more than a few tricks from a halloween shop?" The woman asks, holding up a case of contacts and what appear to be quite realistic fake teeth.
"Yes, except for a little bit more expensive than a halloween shop."
The same woman asks another question, "Why wear a costume?"
The man who claims to be Adam Davids responds, "I had tried out for WpW several times but couldn't get a contract, probably because I am an untrained pretty boy and they didn't think I would have what it takes. So, like the genious I am, I came up with a plan. I decided to stand out, I would wear some kind of costume, then I met Brian Backwell who just happens to be a huge horror movie buff and has even produced a few low budget films. One thing led to another and bam, that ugly mask in your hands," Adam points to a man who is still looking down at the mask. "was created."
A short blonde woman steps forward, "If you really are Adam Davids, then where is that raspy voice? You sound absolutely nothing like Davids."
The man on the stage clears his throat and speaks, "Now do I sound like Adam Davids." The man speaks without his suave brittish accent and sounds exactly like Adam Davids raspy, deep voice.
A man steps forward, "Just because you can imitate him, doesn't mean you are him."
"Fair enough." The man says in his brittish accent. He walks over to the side of the podium and opens up his black leather trench coat almost like a middle aged flasher. There around his waist, is the WpW Continental Title.
A very tall man steps forward, "You know what? I believe that is Adam Davids up there. No, not because he has the belt, but because Adam Davids is the only man that would carry around a defunct belt a month after the federation went down."
"Are you going to ask a question or are you just going to make petty insults?" Davids asks.
"OK, seeing as you have called this press conference, what was the point? To reveal that you aren't a burn victim?
"No of course not. I called this press conference because I am starting anew, not only with my physical appearance, but where I wrestle as well. You see, just the other day we signed an RCW contract to wrestle there."
"When you say we," a skinny man steps up to say. "Do you mean you and those two old potheads?"
Davids laughs before answering the question. "No I don't mean I'm bringing Ron and Spyder. Just like Brian Backwell, they were just pieces of my plan to be able to climb the ladder over at WpW faster. I got tons of attention when those two smoked "pot" on camera and thats all I brought them in for, attention."
"Well if not Spyder, Ron, or Backwell, who are you bringing in?" a reporter asks.
"I am bringing in one man, but, that man has the strength of two and the agression of three. He's not just some random person I found at a grocery store because I have known him my entire life. He is my brother, Brock Davids."
A muscular, pale, blonde haired man walks out on the stage wearing almost the exact same clothing as his brother, Adam. He joins Adam at the podium, but unlike Adam he has a very stern, unhappy look upon his face.
"Now, before you ask any more stupid questions, allow me to make my final statement. We," Davids says, pointing at himself and his brother, "Are the Trench Coat Mafia. We are the two best wrestlers here in RCW and I am the only member of the RCW roster with a championship around his waist.
Brock Davids takes the mic out of his brothers hands and finishes for him. "Once our first match gets signed, that is when the destruction begins. Now this press conference is over." Brock speaks in a brittish accent much like his brothers but his voice is much deeper than Adam's. With that, the two men walk off the stage and the camera fades to black.