02-15-2024, 08:43 PM
{The screen static jumps to a shot outside of Por Que No in Portland Oregeon before cutting to the inside and a table set off to one side of the large dining area where we see none other than David Striker and Chris Dumont enjoying some sodas and appetizers as they look over their menus, Striker seems somewhat distracted by something as Chris’ eyes narrow as he scans his menu}
David: Where is he?
Chris: He’ll be here, you know how he is.
David; Still, I’m holding off ordering for his slow ass…
Voice: Who the hell you calling “slow”, Davey boy??
{David and Chris look up as a towering man of Samoan birth strides through the room, making a beeline directly to the first open seat at the table and sitting down, but not before clasping arms and being pulled down into a brotherly hug by David}
David: Feh, you know I gotta give you shit, Rocco.
{The newcomer rolls his eyes at David’s comment before looking over at Chris and nodding his head at the other man}
Man: Yo.
Chris: How’s things, Don Rocco.
Man: Don’t call me that.
Chris: Then how come you’re cool with David when he does it, Joey?
Joey: Because blood and you’re not, Chris. Maybe one day when you can pull your boots out of your mouth.
{Chris seriously tries to look offended for a couple of seconds before he finally breaks down and starts laughing hard before Joey pulls him into a brotherly hug as well}
Chris: You’re a right bastard, Joey, you know that don’t you?
Joey: Course I do, that’s why I gotta keep giving you shit my man.
David: Alright, enough. Let’s sit down and finally get to ordering…I’m feeling a righteous need for fajitas.
{The trio get their orders in and while Joey takes a drink from his glass, he stops mid drink and then points at David}
Joey: Oi, the reason why I was running behind is because I caught the promo for your opponent on Breakdown this week and with all due respects to her, she’s a right nutter.
David: You’re talking about Kimberly Williams right? All that I know is that I’ve got something called an “Underground” match against her.
Joey: Yeah, I did a little light digging and it turns out that your match is a hardcore match.
{David stops and takes a good hard look at Joey who simply resumes drinking his drink before he notices David’s reaction and nods in the affirmative}
Joey: No bullshit, brother. You're going hardcore this week in SCW.
David: Great…you know that this is my first hardcore match anywhere right?
Chris: Yeah, just be glad it isn’t against that Jamie Austin bitch over in NFW though. She might bloody you up hard just to get under Jake’s skin.
David: Talk about understatements of the past year, Chris.
Joey: I think that you’ve got this one in the bag however, I mean she cut…something, I guess you could call it a promo but it looked more like she was trying to get her mack on or something like that.
David: Doesn’t matter if she cut a hardcore rap about doing her dirty laundry or did a runner with some looney tunes, Joey. She’s no bloody joke in that ring, so I know that I’ve got my work cut out for me this time. I mean I beat Kevin Hunter at the pay per view and he was more focused on turning me into a stepping stone for him in SCW…Kimberly Williams is a whole different creature.
Chris: I’ll agree with you on that, my friend. But if you’re worried about how to throw down with her…you could ask him for advice…
{David slowly turns and gives Chris a very hard, dark look which causes his friend to slowly wilt under his gaze at which point Joey makes a slight clicking sound with his tongue}
Joey: Brother, cut him some slack. You know he was just trying to offer you some honest advice.
David: I know, but I also know that going to…*him*...won’t end on a good note. I’m sorry about the death glare, Chris…but you know?
Chris: Yeah, I know…but if you don’t want to ask *him*, then who could you turn to for advice about how to prep for a hardcore match?
{The three men halt their conversation as their food arrives and they start to eat when as he is setting up one of his first fajitas, David’s eyes blink in surprise before he turns to look at his two friends}
David: I think I might know the right person…
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{The screen static jumps to the parking lot outside of the restaurant where we find David and he is wearing a black peacoat to ward off the chilly air of the February night with Chris standing in the background leaning against the wall with a bemused look on his bearded face}
David: It’s Breakdown time again and this time I’m about to step into my first ever hardcore match against Kimberly Williams. That’s right, the Demon Barber of Cameron North Carolina is about to step into the hardcore world of the Woman Scored.
I’m about to get my ass handed to me in creatively violent ways…but I’m still going to be the winner of this match.
I say that and instantly I know that a lot of you out there are going “God *[i]DAMN*!!! Davey Striker has finally flipped his bloody lid if he thinks that he’ll be able to hold his own against Freaking Kimberly Williams of all fucking people!![/i]”....and you might be right, but right now I know that the powers that be are looking at the match while licking their chops because you’ve got two incredibly gifted second generation wrestlers about to tear each apart in all sorts and manners and ways and only one of them has any real experience with hardcore matches, and we all know that Miss Williams is no slouch in that department as she has five SCW Underground championships to her name that she’s accredited with.
But none of that means anything to me because while she can very well go batshit crazy at the popping of the top of a can Diet Doctor Pepper, I haven’t had a real reason to actually cut loose before in that ring. I mean, yeah I did have that bloody war with Alex Pierce over in Pro Wrestling Nova for my very career a couple of years back…but that wasn’t an SCW Underground match and it wasn’t against someone of Kimberly’s calibur.
No, Alex Pierce was an entirely different kind of monster and I was just as ready to go to war with him as I am with you, Kimberly. So you can go into full on batshit mode from the moment that the bell rings, it won’t matter much to me because I’d rather fight the real you then this caritucure that you present to the world because at least that way, you’d be trying to tear me apart honestly.
So you can take it any way that you wish, Kimberly, just understand that if you do flip right the fuck out during our match, I welcome it because unlike a lot of my opponents lately I’d rather fight the real you than some character that you pretend to be, fair?
And while we’re on the subject of fairness, while I might not be quite as accustomed to hardcore matches as you are, what I am is still one of the toughest bastards that you’ll be stepping into the ring with in this industry and I can and *will* go the distance with you until that bell is rung and your bloodied body lays dormant at my feet because if I have to lock in a fujiwara armbar on you while grinding your bare shoulder blade into heaps of broken glass and thumb tacks, then you be pretty damned sure that I’ll be adding lemon juice and salt to that mixture for that added bit of certainty because I refuse to lose my first ever hardcore match.
{David’s eyes narrow on his darkly handsome face as he stabs the index finger of his right hand at the camera hard, his tone tense with determination}
David: And if you think that my desire to do that is driven by some bullshit that I believe that I’m unstoppable because I’ve won my last three matches in a row and that I need to keep my unbeaten streak alive then you got another thing coming because I know damn well that is a trap and I’m too smart to fall into it because I understand that if you get into that kind of mindset, then when your streak is broken you mentally stumble and takes you what seems to be a lifetime to get that confidence and state of mind back.
Hence why I’m not focused on trying to keep any streak alive, but I’m more focused on you as my opponent because to do anything less would be supremely stupid and I’m not a stupid man who does stupid things.
I’m not Kevin Hunter who tries to force himself upon whom he feels are lesser men and tries to mindfuck them into believing that they are less than he is because the supposedly great and powerful Kevin Hunter is insecure about his place in the wrestling world.
*NO*!
Who I am is David freaking Striker, and not only am I confident in my abilities as a professional wrestler, but I also don’t care if I win or lose just as long as the challenge is real and the fight is even realer, and that is why this weekend right here in Portland, in front of all of the fans of the Phantom Troupe, I am going to go to war with you, Miss Kimberly, and in the end that is also why I’m going to come out the winner because while you might be able to drop into the Joker Zone at the blink of an eye, I’m more like Bane in that aspect as I systematically break you down one piece of you at a time until finally I break the Woman Scorned.
But I’m not looking to break you for some crazy ass reason, but I’m looking to do it because thus far here in SCW, I haven’t been properly challenged by my opponents…I thought that Crystal would be a good, solid challenge…but instead she silently takes our match with a total lack of anything and I beat her. Then my next opponent was Kevin Hunter, who came on real strong and I thought to myself that he’d prove to be the challenge that I wanted…that I deserved…but instead I’m let down yet again by this bullshit artist who couldn’t even paint a masterpiece with the very crayons that he was eating…
No….you’re not like them Kimberly as in you’ll give me that challenge that I’ve been needing so badly because in order for a true fighter to prove to himself that he’s ready for that next big step, they have to fight and defeat someone of equal or greater talent and that’s you, Kimberly, you are going to be that first hurdle that I will overcome on my way to proving that I am ready for my first major or minor singles run anywhere in this industry because the first title that I have my eyes set on was the very first title that my father won when he started wrestling here in the States for his first American company and I want to fight for the Supreme Championship Wrestling Television championship.
{David stops the pacing that he had started to do during his last bit of talking and he looks down at his hands for a moment before his expression changes as he breaks out into a wide grin as his eyes dart up to look at the camera}
David: For the first time since I joined this company, I’m actually excited and I know why. Not only am I about to have my first hardcore match *ANYWHERE*...but I’m finally about to get the fight that I’ve been waiting for since I first started here in this company…and it’s all thanks to you, Kimberly.
I can feel my pulse racing and my heart beating like I’ve had fifty five energy drinks all in a row…but there is no denying the fact of how pumped and ready that I am for this match, how ready I am to go to proper war with someone like you because there is no denying that oh yes, there will be blood on that night and the sheer thought of how much danger I’m going to be in isn’t scaring me in the slightest…
…in fact it’s making me even more excited because that means my levels of creativity will be busting out of the ceiling because a good and proper hardcore match, the kind of matches that my father made infamous, means being wrapped up in barbed wire and jumping from high places, brandishing branding irons with flames so high that angels in the heavens above can light their Cuban cigars with them…it means that instead of having to hold back weeks and weeks of frustration of being handed these second rate wrestlers for my opponents, it’s like the SCW front office has finally said to me “HERE!! It’s time for you to have a good and proper [i]War, kiddo[/i]!!” and by fucking George Michael, that’s what I’m going to do and I’m excited at it.
{David jams two of his fingers against the side of his neck and then quickly motions for Chris to come over and check for himself, which he does at which point his eyes widen as he takes a step back in surprise}
Chris: Holy shit dude, I think that you need to calm your shit down because your pulse is out there!!
David: I can’t man, that’s how excited I am for this match at Breakdown!! And from Chris’ own reaction right now, you can tell that I’m not just saying this shit to hype myself up anymore than I already am and do you know what, I’m not done yet because I’m thinking that this could also be the beginning of something bigger…better!!
Because as it stands right now, I’ve got one of my best friends in Chris here!!
{David throws an arm across the shoulders of Chris and pulls him in close while messing up his hair some}
David: I’ve got my brother in blood, Joey manning our camera for the moment, and then I’ve got the rest of the Phantom Troupe yeah…but here in SCW, this can’t be full on Phantom Troupe territory…no, this needs to be my own thing and I think that I’ve got the beginnings of one killer idea for us young punks!
So thank you again, Kimberly Williams, for giving me the thrill for a bloody epic match to come with you and my victory among that…but for also helping me to introduce the world to a whole new rebirth of a killer classic!!
So come to Breakdown this week, Miss Kimberly, come and welcome…to the Dope Show.
{David then gives the camera a wink before he turns and starts to walk off screen whistling a very familiar tune as Chris watches with a look of slight amusement and curiosity before he realizes that he’s being left behind and takes off after his cohort as the screen static jumps to black}
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{The view then shifts to Joey working his iPhone as he hits send before looking up at both David and Chris as they come walking up, both men are smiling broadly}
Joey: Hey Davey-boy, were you serious about what you said during your promo. You’ve got some kind of killer idea, brah?
{David’s smile gets even bigger and much more savage}
David: Oh hell yes I do, Joey. I mean I love being apart of the Phantom Troupe as much as Dylan does…but I’m also of the opinion that I need to try and also do my own thing, Dylan’s with me on that…
Chris: What about Zach?
{David’s smile disappears from his face before shaking his head}
David: Never mind that right now, Chris. But for now, we need to go and have a chat with someone, I just happen to know that he’s home right now.
{Chris simply arches an eyebrow as the three men then walk off as the screen fades to black}
David: Where is he?
Chris: He’ll be here, you know how he is.
David; Still, I’m holding off ordering for his slow ass…
Voice: Who the hell you calling “slow”, Davey boy??
{David and Chris look up as a towering man of Samoan birth strides through the room, making a beeline directly to the first open seat at the table and sitting down, but not before clasping arms and being pulled down into a brotherly hug by David}
David: Feh, you know I gotta give you shit, Rocco.
{The newcomer rolls his eyes at David’s comment before looking over at Chris and nodding his head at the other man}
Man: Yo.
Chris: How’s things, Don Rocco.
Man: Don’t call me that.
Chris: Then how come you’re cool with David when he does it, Joey?
Joey: Because blood and you’re not, Chris. Maybe one day when you can pull your boots out of your mouth.
{Chris seriously tries to look offended for a couple of seconds before he finally breaks down and starts laughing hard before Joey pulls him into a brotherly hug as well}
Chris: You’re a right bastard, Joey, you know that don’t you?
Joey: Course I do, that’s why I gotta keep giving you shit my man.
David: Alright, enough. Let’s sit down and finally get to ordering…I’m feeling a righteous need for fajitas.
{The trio get their orders in and while Joey takes a drink from his glass, he stops mid drink and then points at David}
Joey: Oi, the reason why I was running behind is because I caught the promo for your opponent on Breakdown this week and with all due respects to her, she’s a right nutter.
David: You’re talking about Kimberly Williams right? All that I know is that I’ve got something called an “Underground” match against her.
Joey: Yeah, I did a little light digging and it turns out that your match is a hardcore match.
{David stops and takes a good hard look at Joey who simply resumes drinking his drink before he notices David’s reaction and nods in the affirmative}
Joey: No bullshit, brother. You're going hardcore this week in SCW.
David: Great…you know that this is my first hardcore match anywhere right?
Chris: Yeah, just be glad it isn’t against that Jamie Austin bitch over in NFW though. She might bloody you up hard just to get under Jake’s skin.
David: Talk about understatements of the past year, Chris.
Joey: I think that you’ve got this one in the bag however, I mean she cut…something, I guess you could call it a promo but it looked more like she was trying to get her mack on or something like that.
David: Doesn’t matter if she cut a hardcore rap about doing her dirty laundry or did a runner with some looney tunes, Joey. She’s no bloody joke in that ring, so I know that I’ve got my work cut out for me this time. I mean I beat Kevin Hunter at the pay per view and he was more focused on turning me into a stepping stone for him in SCW…Kimberly Williams is a whole different creature.
Chris: I’ll agree with you on that, my friend. But if you’re worried about how to throw down with her…you could ask him for advice…
{David slowly turns and gives Chris a very hard, dark look which causes his friend to slowly wilt under his gaze at which point Joey makes a slight clicking sound with his tongue}
Joey: Brother, cut him some slack. You know he was just trying to offer you some honest advice.
David: I know, but I also know that going to…*him*...won’t end on a good note. I’m sorry about the death glare, Chris…but you know?
Chris: Yeah, I know…but if you don’t want to ask *him*, then who could you turn to for advice about how to prep for a hardcore match?
{The three men halt their conversation as their food arrives and they start to eat when as he is setting up one of his first fajitas, David’s eyes blink in surprise before he turns to look at his two friends}
David: I think I might know the right person…
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{The screen static jumps to the parking lot outside of the restaurant where we find David and he is wearing a black peacoat to ward off the chilly air of the February night with Chris standing in the background leaning against the wall with a bemused look on his bearded face}
David: It’s Breakdown time again and this time I’m about to step into my first ever hardcore match against Kimberly Williams. That’s right, the Demon Barber of Cameron North Carolina is about to step into the hardcore world of the Woman Scored.
I’m about to get my ass handed to me in creatively violent ways…but I’m still going to be the winner of this match.
I say that and instantly I know that a lot of you out there are going “God *[i]DAMN*!!! Davey Striker has finally flipped his bloody lid if he thinks that he’ll be able to hold his own against Freaking Kimberly Williams of all fucking people!![/i]”....and you might be right, but right now I know that the powers that be are looking at the match while licking their chops because you’ve got two incredibly gifted second generation wrestlers about to tear each apart in all sorts and manners and ways and only one of them has any real experience with hardcore matches, and we all know that Miss Williams is no slouch in that department as she has five SCW Underground championships to her name that she’s accredited with.
But none of that means anything to me because while she can very well go batshit crazy at the popping of the top of a can Diet Doctor Pepper, I haven’t had a real reason to actually cut loose before in that ring. I mean, yeah I did have that bloody war with Alex Pierce over in Pro Wrestling Nova for my very career a couple of years back…but that wasn’t an SCW Underground match and it wasn’t against someone of Kimberly’s calibur.
No, Alex Pierce was an entirely different kind of monster and I was just as ready to go to war with him as I am with you, Kimberly. So you can go into full on batshit mode from the moment that the bell rings, it won’t matter much to me because I’d rather fight the real you then this caritucure that you present to the world because at least that way, you’d be trying to tear me apart honestly.
So you can take it any way that you wish, Kimberly, just understand that if you do flip right the fuck out during our match, I welcome it because unlike a lot of my opponents lately I’d rather fight the real you than some character that you pretend to be, fair?
And while we’re on the subject of fairness, while I might not be quite as accustomed to hardcore matches as you are, what I am is still one of the toughest bastards that you’ll be stepping into the ring with in this industry and I can and *will* go the distance with you until that bell is rung and your bloodied body lays dormant at my feet because if I have to lock in a fujiwara armbar on you while grinding your bare shoulder blade into heaps of broken glass and thumb tacks, then you be pretty damned sure that I’ll be adding lemon juice and salt to that mixture for that added bit of certainty because I refuse to lose my first ever hardcore match.
{David’s eyes narrow on his darkly handsome face as he stabs the index finger of his right hand at the camera hard, his tone tense with determination}
David: And if you think that my desire to do that is driven by some bullshit that I believe that I’m unstoppable because I’ve won my last three matches in a row and that I need to keep my unbeaten streak alive then you got another thing coming because I know damn well that is a trap and I’m too smart to fall into it because I understand that if you get into that kind of mindset, then when your streak is broken you mentally stumble and takes you what seems to be a lifetime to get that confidence and state of mind back.
Hence why I’m not focused on trying to keep any streak alive, but I’m more focused on you as my opponent because to do anything less would be supremely stupid and I’m not a stupid man who does stupid things.
I’m not Kevin Hunter who tries to force himself upon whom he feels are lesser men and tries to mindfuck them into believing that they are less than he is because the supposedly great and powerful Kevin Hunter is insecure about his place in the wrestling world.
*NO*!
Who I am is David freaking Striker, and not only am I confident in my abilities as a professional wrestler, but I also don’t care if I win or lose just as long as the challenge is real and the fight is even realer, and that is why this weekend right here in Portland, in front of all of the fans of the Phantom Troupe, I am going to go to war with you, Miss Kimberly, and in the end that is also why I’m going to come out the winner because while you might be able to drop into the Joker Zone at the blink of an eye, I’m more like Bane in that aspect as I systematically break you down one piece of you at a time until finally I break the Woman Scorned.
But I’m not looking to break you for some crazy ass reason, but I’m looking to do it because thus far here in SCW, I haven’t been properly challenged by my opponents…I thought that Crystal would be a good, solid challenge…but instead she silently takes our match with a total lack of anything and I beat her. Then my next opponent was Kevin Hunter, who came on real strong and I thought to myself that he’d prove to be the challenge that I wanted…that I deserved…but instead I’m let down yet again by this bullshit artist who couldn’t even paint a masterpiece with the very crayons that he was eating…
No….you’re not like them Kimberly as in you’ll give me that challenge that I’ve been needing so badly because in order for a true fighter to prove to himself that he’s ready for that next big step, they have to fight and defeat someone of equal or greater talent and that’s you, Kimberly, you are going to be that first hurdle that I will overcome on my way to proving that I am ready for my first major or minor singles run anywhere in this industry because the first title that I have my eyes set on was the very first title that my father won when he started wrestling here in the States for his first American company and I want to fight for the Supreme Championship Wrestling Television championship.
{David stops the pacing that he had started to do during his last bit of talking and he looks down at his hands for a moment before his expression changes as he breaks out into a wide grin as his eyes dart up to look at the camera}
David: For the first time since I joined this company, I’m actually excited and I know why. Not only am I about to have my first hardcore match *ANYWHERE*...but I’m finally about to get the fight that I’ve been waiting for since I first started here in this company…and it’s all thanks to you, Kimberly.
I can feel my pulse racing and my heart beating like I’ve had fifty five energy drinks all in a row…but there is no denying the fact of how pumped and ready that I am for this match, how ready I am to go to proper war with someone like you because there is no denying that oh yes, there will be blood on that night and the sheer thought of how much danger I’m going to be in isn’t scaring me in the slightest…
…in fact it’s making me even more excited because that means my levels of creativity will be busting out of the ceiling because a good and proper hardcore match, the kind of matches that my father made infamous, means being wrapped up in barbed wire and jumping from high places, brandishing branding irons with flames so high that angels in the heavens above can light their Cuban cigars with them…it means that instead of having to hold back weeks and weeks of frustration of being handed these second rate wrestlers for my opponents, it’s like the SCW front office has finally said to me “HERE!! It’s time for you to have a good and proper [i]War, kiddo[/i]!!” and by fucking George Michael, that’s what I’m going to do and I’m excited at it.
{David jams two of his fingers against the side of his neck and then quickly motions for Chris to come over and check for himself, which he does at which point his eyes widen as he takes a step back in surprise}
Chris: Holy shit dude, I think that you need to calm your shit down because your pulse is out there!!
David: I can’t man, that’s how excited I am for this match at Breakdown!! And from Chris’ own reaction right now, you can tell that I’m not just saying this shit to hype myself up anymore than I already am and do you know what, I’m not done yet because I’m thinking that this could also be the beginning of something bigger…better!!
Because as it stands right now, I’ve got one of my best friends in Chris here!!
{David throws an arm across the shoulders of Chris and pulls him in close while messing up his hair some}
David: I’ve got my brother in blood, Joey manning our camera for the moment, and then I’ve got the rest of the Phantom Troupe yeah…but here in SCW, this can’t be full on Phantom Troupe territory…no, this needs to be my own thing and I think that I’ve got the beginnings of one killer idea for us young punks!
So thank you again, Kimberly Williams, for giving me the thrill for a bloody epic match to come with you and my victory among that…but for also helping me to introduce the world to a whole new rebirth of a killer classic!!
So come to Breakdown this week, Miss Kimberly, come and welcome…to the Dope Show.
{David then gives the camera a wink before he turns and starts to walk off screen whistling a very familiar tune as Chris watches with a look of slight amusement and curiosity before he realizes that he’s being left behind and takes off after his cohort as the screen static jumps to black}
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{The view then shifts to Joey working his iPhone as he hits send before looking up at both David and Chris as they come walking up, both men are smiling broadly}
Joey: Hey Davey-boy, were you serious about what you said during your promo. You’ve got some kind of killer idea, brah?
{David’s smile gets even bigger and much more savage}
David: Oh hell yes I do, Joey. I mean I love being apart of the Phantom Troupe as much as Dylan does…but I’m also of the opinion that I need to try and also do my own thing, Dylan’s with me on that…
Chris: What about Zach?
{David’s smile disappears from his face before shaking his head}
David: Never mind that right now, Chris. But for now, we need to go and have a chat with someone, I just happen to know that he’s home right now.
{Chris simply arches an eyebrow as the three men then walk off as the screen fades to black}