This is a discussion on Don de Vries within the The Talent forums, part of the CWA E-Fed category; Name: Don de Vries
Nickname: The Elephant Man, Hosszilla
Age: 30
Hometown: Cape Town, RSA
Height: 6' 4"
Weight: 280
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Gimmick: Boorish, hard-drinking exiled former rugby phenom who's basically a grown-up version of the obnoxious jock everyone hated growing up.
Disposition: Heel
Appearance: T-shirt/tank top and jeans outside of the ring, high cut tights (Triple H, The Rock et al) with knee pads inside the ring, usually with a green/gold/white motif.
Entrance Music: "Never Scared" by Bone Crusher
Wrestling Style: A power grappler in the mold of Scott Steiner or Brock Lesnar: Hard suplexes, clubbing blows and power-oriented holds
Wrestling Abilities*:
Power
Brawling
Technical
Charisma
Speed
Signature Moves: Axe bomber lariat, spear
Finishing Moves*: The Elephant Driver (Running powerslam)
Previous Experience: Worked in US indies & AJPW, participated in Champions' Carnival
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Introduction:
We see the inside of a gym, where several young wrestlers are training. Soon, a deep voice with a moderate South African accent:
De Vries: You know, the sport of professional wrestling attracts some really diverse talent. A lot of the guys gunning for the top weren't always the golden child growing up.
In the ring, to cruiserweights spar. From the apron, one hits a heelo senton on the other.
De Vries: They may not have been the most popular or gifted, and may have even been total outsiders, but wrestling gives them the opportunity to make up for that with hard work and the ability to learn, until they finally get their crack at the big time.
Now, we see the man himself, smiling arrogantly.
De Vries: ... Which makes it really sad when they end up running into guys like me!
He takes a sip of water, chucks it aside, and storms the ring. He punishes the two wrestlers with a flurry of moves; a stiff-looking lariat, a spinebuster, a hard swinging belly-to-belly suplex, and finally, his signature running powerslam, the Elephant Driver. Stepping over the fallen bodies in the ring, he turns to the side.
De Vries: I've run into a lot of guys with hopes and dreams over the years. For some reason, afterwards most of them start thinking that just being a fan maybe isn't so bad.
Don gives the prone wrestler a good stomp for good measure, and heads out of the ring.
Backstage, Orlando Maxwell stands at the interview set next to Don de Vries, who’s geared up and looks ready to go.
Orlando: Don, tonight is your first-ever match in CWA, but this is no ordinary match. How does being in a 20-man battle royal affect your preparation?
Don: 20 man battle royal, huh? Orlando, you know why they call me “The Elephant Man?”
Orlando starts to draw the mic back in to answer, but Don snatches it back.
Don : It’s not just because every opponent who’s crossed my path on the rugby pitch said that’s what playing against me felt like. The Elephant is at the very top of the Animal Kingdom, keeping everybody else in line. Their presence changes the landscape, and even the fiercest predator won’t take on a healthy adult. And that’s the same way my life’s gone.
There’s not gonna be a 20 man battle royal tonight; It’ll be 19 men, and Don de Vries. Calling it otherwise and lumping me in with the others isn’t realizing just who I am- a breaker of men’s spirits and bones.
So tonight, I think I’ll have fun with this whole thing. Maybe see how many men I personally can eliminate. You figure at least 10, maybe 15- hell, I may even go for 19! And on the other hand, not even one of those slack-jawed peasants I’ll be in the ring with has what it takes to eliminate me. In fact: none of them will even get both of my feet off the ground. You can tell them I said that.
Orlando: Well, maybe. Though the question begs: If you were such a super stud at rugby, why aren’t you still playing?
Don’s look fades from one of arrogance to concern.
Don: Well I certainly wasn’t banned or forced out, if that’s what you think! It was completely voluntary! It’s all lies! The Media! Gah!
Don storms away in a huff.
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Backstage, Orlando Maxwell stands with Don de Vries.
Orlando: Don, can I get your thoughts on Joey Nicholas?
Don: Joey Nicholas … Oh yeah, him. He’s a pretty stylish guy, he’s got a nice look going. What does he do around here again, he’s here to sell some jeans, hawk some cologne?
Orlando: Actually, he’s your next tournament opponent.
Don: My God man, that’s borderline criminal! I’ll grind his bones to make my bread! I’ll mash him to a fine paste! I mean, he’s a good looking young guy, he’s got plenty to live for. How’s he supposed to get all dolled up and hit on second rate models at the bar with his douchebag friends, when he’s wearing a burlap sack over his head to cover the gaping hole where is face used to be? It’s not exactly a hot look.
Orlando: With all due respect, don’t you think you’re selling him a little short? After all, he is a former Lightweight Champion.
Don: Lightweight champion. That about says it all right there. If anyone up top is listening: a real man doesn’t drink light beer or diet soda, and you sure as hell don’t send a lightweight to do battle with me. You all saw me make quick work of St. Deuce last week, and he was at least fully grown. This week: I pull a Mortal Kombat “Flawless Victory”.
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The scene: A soccer field, where a few dozen middle-school aged boys practice a variety of rugby drills, passing the ball around, and binding on to each other and practicing rucks and scrums. Standing nearby presiding over the drills is Don de Vries.
De Vries: Alright, that’s good.
De Vries is soon approached by the cameraman and a mic-wielding Orlando Maxwell.
Maxwell: I’m here at a youth rugby clinic hosted by CWA’s own Don de Vries. Don, I think I speak for most of the CWA community when I express my surprise that you would do something like this.
De Vries: Well sure, my actions over the last decade have made many think of me as sort of an ogre, maybe a menace to society or a plague upon humanity, that sort of thing. But there’s more to me, I like to give back, too. This is a great opportunity to share my talents with America’s youth, and inspire a love for the sport and encourage physical activity.
Maxwell: And how about the report that this is community service stipulated by a plea bargain to avoid getting deported?
De Vries: I have no legal obligation to comment- I mean, no, not at all.
Don walks over and observes another drill.
De Vries: You’re doing good, just remember to get low.
Maxwell: Now regarding your last match, are you discouraged by your elimination from the title tournament?
Don’s face tightens up.
De Vries: No, I’m not “discouraged”; men of my fortitude do not get “discouraged.”
He looks over at the same kid he just encouraged.
De Vries: I SAID GET LOW DAMN IT! YOU’RE GONNA GET KNOCKED ON YOUR ASS, AND I SURE AS HELL WON’T BE THERE TO KISS YOU BETTER!!
Don takes a moment to simmer, then walks over to another drill.
De Vries: Keep working, your hands will get better.
Maxwell: But really, even after you derided Joey Nicholas as an underweight male model, and then didn’t even last ten minutes, that hasn’t thrown you off your game.
Don looks even more upset.
De Vries: I told you, no.
He turns to another kid
De Vries: YOU DROP THE DAMN BALL ONE MORE TIME, AND YOU’RE OUT OF HERE!!!
He walks on, and Orlando follows
Maxwell: So you’re not at all disheartened at the thought of being forced to watch the man who defeated you vie for the belt you yourself-
De Vries: ALRIGHT! I admit it- losing really pissed me off, and damn near ruined my week. BUT- there’s a silver lining. By being booked against Shadow Equinox, I’ve got an opportunity to establish myself firmly as the number three finisher in the tournament- and the logical #1 contender for the newly crowned champ. There won’t be any mistake about it this time- that belt’s coming right where it belongs, and where it’s gonna stay for a long time. Now if you excuse me, I’ve got a clinic to run.
A man approaches Don and leans in.
Guy: Don- it’s five o’clock.
De Vries: Finally! You’re in charge now; if you need me I’ll be at the bar.
Don hands over his whistle, and walks away.
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In the back of the arena, Don de Vries steps inside, his bag trailing behind him on one side, and a tall, leggy blonde on the other.
Don: Alright now, Svetlana, don’t let these Russian nights cool you down too much; I want you nice and hot for me after the show.
Svetlana: Then we go to So-Ho Room?
Don: Yeah, sure thing, you can show me how you spend your nights here in Moscow. See you later.
Svetlana turns to leave; Don gives her a flirty smack on the ass, then turns and heads into the arena.
As he walks in, he shifts his glance from side to side. He stops as he sees a stocky, bearded man in a suit leaning against a wall, and he walks to his side, trying to seem incognito.
Don: Yevgeny?
Man: Yes. Don?
Don: Yes. I see I found the right man.
Yevgeny: Indeed.
The two glance around.
Yevgeny: You enjoy your stay in Moskva?
Don: Indeed.
They glance around some more.
Don: Alright, let’s get to business. What’s tonight looking like?
Yevgeny: Lots of money, everybody want to bet on big fight.
Don: So then, it’s understood that I’ll … you know…
Yevgeny: Actually, we appreciate it if you actually win match this time.
Don: Oh- Hey what the hell do you mean “actually win this time?!” You mean to tell me everyone’s betting against me?
Yevgeny: Not everyone, just most.
Don: Oh really, who’s supposed to beat me, St. Deuce? Maybe things take longer to reach you over here, but he hasn’t won a match since I beat him. He won’t be the same after facing me, nobody ever is.
Yevgeny: Perhaps. People like Top Dog, hard to argue with man over two meters tall.
Don: Two meters, 10 meters, it’s all the same; a few suplexes, and he’ll be the same height as everybody else lying on the mat. Nobody’s too big to get knocked on their ass.
He looks disgustedly towards Yevgeny
Don: Betting against me… you people need to lay off the vodka.
Don grabs his bag and storms off.
Yevgeny: So you win tonight?
Don: OF COURSE I’m winning tonight!
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Backstage in the trainer’s room, the trainer works Don de Vries’ legs over, trying to conceal his boredom at Don’s blathering.
Don: So, I flew to a strange, barbaric new land, made love to their finest women, beat three men within an inch of their lives, and came home a conquering hero. Not a bad trip I’d say, though I kind of wish I’d sprung for first class.
Don scoots back on the table and rolls to his stomach
Don: Back’s stiff too. Anyway, so for some reason, I’ve got a bonus number one contender’s match tonight against McCoy. And I’ll admit, since I already earned a title shot, I was thinking of maybe half-assing it, dipping out early and hitting the pub early. But that’s losing sight of things, isn’t it? I mean, the titles and trophies and recognition are great, but that’s not the real reason I do it- I’m in it for the senseless violence! Beating guys up, throwing down, smacking them all around, it’s very fulfilling. Even if it was for free- well let’s not go that far. Bottom line: I’m being paid handsomely to beat a man 115 lbs lighter than me to a bloody heap, a cringing mass if you will, and I’m going to cherish it.
He takes a sip of water.
Don: And even besides that: at Redemption, Joey and Ralph stole the show during their match, and right now that’s the image in people’s minds when the think of the X-Fly Championship. But that was the past. The future of the belt is none other than the Elephant Man, Don de Vries, and tonight- I’ll make sure to put McCoy out of people’s minds, and shift the focus where it belongs, that is, on me.
Don gets up, puts on some sweatpants, reaches in and pulls out a five dollar bill. He hands it to the trainer, who eagerly reaches for it, but Don pulls it back.
Don: Wait, what am I thinking, nobody tips the trainer.
He walks out, and the trainer mutters angrily to himself.
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August 26th 2009
w/ Jay Walters vs Ralph McCoy & Shadow Equinox
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Orlando Maxwell leads a cameraman inside a gym, past where several people are practicing kickboxing, and over to a wrestling mat, where Don de Vries is sparring. He and his opponent lock up, and he quickly gains control, hitting a rear waistlock takedown, and soon forcing on a rear naked choke, forcing his adversary to tap out. Don hops back up, grabs a towel and walks off the mat, where Orlando approaches him.
Orlando: Don, we see you’ve been training hard, presumably for your title match against Joey Nicholas at Meltdown. In the mean time, you’ll be facing the team of Ralph McCoy and Shadow Equinox. Care to comment?
Don: Yeah- My style is impetuous, my defense is impregnable, I’m just ferocious, I wanna eat their children!
Orlando: Oh- O-kay … Have you been hanging around Mike Tyson.
Don: No, why?
Orlando: Just wondering. Now, about your match with Nicholas-
Don: Joey Nicholas has a horseshoe up his ass- I told him that two weeks ago! Come meltdown, I’m gonna pull that sumbitch out, and beat him over the head with it!
Orlando: I see, how original. Anything else you want to say to the fans out there?
Don: Um … Well let me tell you something, BROTHER-
Orlando: Listen, if you’re not into doing this interview I can just go.
Don: Come on, it’s really stressful trying to come up with these big-fight soundbites. You’re just an interviewer, you wouldn’t understand, but I’m expected to sell pay-per-views here.
Orlando: Alright, fine. So do you have any more words for you opponents?
Don: Well .. You know what?
Don lunges towards his sparring partner, pulls him in, and plants him with a hard belly-to-belly suplex.
Sparring Partner: Ah, my back! My Back!
Don: You can tell them I said that.
He walks back to the locker room.
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Orlando: Ladies and gentlemen, one of the two men who will challenge Joey Nicholas for his X-Fly championship at Meltdown, Don de Vries!
The crowd boos, as the camera pans over to Don, dressed in a warmup suit.
Don: Thank you. So after I worked out this morning, I spent some time hanging around Pittsburgh, and I’ve got to say, it’s an okay town, it’s no Cape Town, but it’s alright. And talking to the locals, I’ve come to particularly like one aspect of the local culture:
He takes off his jacket, revealing a Casey Hampton jersey.
Don: … The Pittsburgh Steelers!
A big pop at the mention of their hometown heroes.
Don: Yep, they do a really great job of fighting for this city on Sundays; playing hard, smash-mouth football, winning ugly, and just plain getting things done. One might say that they’re the Don de Vries of the NFL. I know how much it means to everybody here to support a champion, a bastion of excellence. And the best part is- it keeps on going! Because now, even though everybody knows the Steelers have zero chance of repeating this year, all of you people can move right on, and rest your hopes on-
Don takes off the Steelers Jersey and chucks it unceremoniously to the side, revealing a t-shirt with his own smirking face emblazoned on the front. The crowd boos heartily.
Don: Me, Don de Vries! You can forget living in a dried-up husk of a city, or how the factory laid you off and you don’t know how much more of life you can take; you can tune in to CWA to watch me defend my X-Fly title, and that evening, everything will be just fine.
Orlando: And how about tonight, against Dr. Jack Adams?
Don: My “partner” may have let us down last week, but tonight, this begins the home stretch towards Meltdown, and anyone who’s anyone in this business knows that times like these are all about momentum. And tonight- I’ll show everybody that I am the very definition of a juggernaut: all I need is a little bit of momentum, a suplex here, a lariat there, and I’ll build on that until I run through any one and any thing that stands in my way, be they challenger- or champion.
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Backstage, Orlando Maxwell walks briskly through the arena, when Don de Vries carelessly bumps in to him, nearly knocking him off his feet.
Don: Ah, there you are. You there, it’s time for my interview.
Orlando: Actually, I was just on my way to talk to Joey Nich-
Don: Joey WHO???
Orlando: Joey … (sighs) Alright, fine, let’s do this. Don, what is your gameplan tonight in your-
Don: Well, Orlando, let me start by saying how excited I am to be here tonight. Throughout my illustrious athletic career, I’ve been to many great cities, but only now have I had the pleasure of competing in London. And now that I’m finally here, I’ve got to know: what the hell happened here?
I mean, let’s look at some of the developments in the country’s history from the last century or so. You gave up on your empire, letting your global influence shrink to a shadow of your glory days. You gave up on industry, and let your northern manufacturing hubs fall into total decay, content to let Germany take the reigns of the European economy. You gave up on God years ago, and you’ve even given up on your families- given the birthrate, if it weren’t for the immigrants I doubt there’d be any procreating going on in this city. Bottom line: this is a country that’s just plain given up.
So is it any wonder, then, that your athletes don’t live up? You say your football team didn’t have the heart to even qualify for the Euros, and your best and brightest Rugby players didn’t have the heart to finish the job against the ‘Boks in the last World Cup. Look at who they’re playing for: can you blame them for their lack of heart? How can they show any passion, when the whole nation is devoid of any passion, preferring to drink themselves into a numb state of cynical nihilism.
You’ve lost your way, and your sporting “heroes” aren’t any help. But there is hope: by becoming a champion tonight, I can be your new hero! I’m more than a Beckham, or a Rooney, or a Wilkinson ever could be: I am the most inspirational athlete of my generation! Nicholas and McCoy are talented wrestlers, but they can’t give you what I give you. Put your hopes in me, and my strength will be your strength, my tenacity your tenacity, and my triumphs your triumphs. To all you young fans out there: your old man may be a drunken shell of a man, but it’s alright: England, I will be your father figure!
Having finished his rant, Don strikes a regal pose for a few seconds, and walks off. Looking a bit bewildered, Orlando soon walks away himself.
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