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Jun 29, 2020 19:53:00 GMT -5
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Post by David Sanchez on Jun 29, 2020 19:53:00 GMT -5
The following is extracted footage from a promotional tape found wrapped in a high gloss black ribbon inside of the Action Wrestling production truck shortly after CruiserClash:
"I know you, I walked with you once upon a dream..."
A slow, screechy and somewhat scrambled rendition of the song made famous in Walt Disney's 1950 classic, Sleeping Beauty is heard first. It's source is revealed second; a familiar to some and forgettable to others face floats gracefully past the focus of what is assumed to be an old fashioned video camera stationed statically in the middle of a grand, yet almost deserted ballroom.
"I know you, the gleam in your eyes is so familiar to me..."
For the first time in what seems like an eternity David Sanchez again swoops past the lens, Waltzing with what appears to be little more than human skeletal remains clad in a black Prada cocktail dress.
He dips the bones backwards with his hand slipping down a dusty femur bone before leaning forward and planting a delicate peck on the rotted out gap where a woman's mouth had once rested.
"Goodnight... darling."
The skeleton crumbles apart the very moment he concludes dance. Letting the individual bones fall to the floor, still wrapped in an ensemble that probably cost more than the average car and just like that the violins cease to screech and the song becomes a distant, nostalgic memory.
"... and good morning to all of you."
He addresses the camera directly now, his haggered, sunken features showing their age more so than ever before.
"Action Wrestling is it? Charmed, I'm sure."
He scowls, looking down his nose at the tripod bound camera and lighting a Marlboro. Strings of smoke climb to the ceiling of the empty ballroom and as they do so Sanchez barks a deeply worrying cough and spits out what might as well be an entire lung by the sounds of it.
"David Sanchez, I don't think we've met... but don't worry, I won't make you all wait too much longer for that little introduction. If anybody knows itchy feet, I do."
Turning his sharply dressed back now he steps directly onto the skull he had previously smooched so sweetly, causing it to crack and seperate into several shards under the weight of his wingtip.
"Save me a dance won't you sweethearts?"
As unexpected as it had started the footage starts to suffer from what seems to be a lack of film reel before finally fading to absolute black on the dancefloor.
"I know you, I walked with you once upon a dream..."
A slow, screechy and somewhat scrambled rendition of the song made famous in Walt Disney's 1950 classic, Sleeping Beauty is heard first. It's source is revealed second; a familiar to some and forgettable to others face floats gracefully past the focus of what is assumed to be an old fashioned video camera stationed statically in the middle of a grand, yet almost deserted ballroom.
"I know you, the gleam in your eyes is so familiar to me..."
For the first time in what seems like an eternity David Sanchez again swoops past the lens, Waltzing with what appears to be little more than human skeletal remains clad in a black Prada cocktail dress.
He dips the bones backwards with his hand slipping down a dusty femur bone before leaning forward and planting a delicate peck on the rotted out gap where a woman's mouth had once rested.
"Goodnight... darling."
The skeleton crumbles apart the very moment he concludes dance. Letting the individual bones fall to the floor, still wrapped in an ensemble that probably cost more than the average car and just like that the violins cease to screech and the song becomes a distant, nostalgic memory.
"... and good morning to all of you."
He addresses the camera directly now, his haggered, sunken features showing their age more so than ever before.
"Action Wrestling is it? Charmed, I'm sure."
He scowls, looking down his nose at the tripod bound camera and lighting a Marlboro. Strings of smoke climb to the ceiling of the empty ballroom and as they do so Sanchez barks a deeply worrying cough and spits out what might as well be an entire lung by the sounds of it.
"David Sanchez, I don't think we've met... but don't worry, I won't make you all wait too much longer for that little introduction. If anybody knows itchy feet, I do."
Turning his sharply dressed back now he steps directly onto the skull he had previously smooched so sweetly, causing it to crack and seperate into several shards under the weight of his wingtip.
"Save me a dance won't you sweethearts?"
As unexpected as it had started the footage starts to suffer from what seems to be a lack of film reel before finally fading to absolute black on the dancefloor.