02-16-2024, 08:51 PM
{The screen static jumps and we find ourselves in a stairwell of a building somewhere in the world, and we see none other than Chris Dumont leaning against the wall with his arms crossed and a slightly bemused look on his face as David Striker sits on the stairs going upwards in a pair of blue jeans and a black t-shirt with the words “Young Punks” in large orange hollow lettering with white trim surrounding the letters…and a bag of Skittles Littles in is right hand that he is happily munching from}
David: You know something, in the history of great ideas…these.
{David holds up the candy}
David: These right here is one of the greatest ideas in the entire history of ideas. I mean the only way that you could make these any better and that would be to have an all lime bag of these Skittles Littles…you can call me crazy all that you want for that, but I’ve always enjoyed the more odd end of candy and people say “all lime skittles, you are one crazy bastard, arent’cha?!”
But then again, I love those little squid treats like the ones that Chairman Arino always eats on that one Japanese show, Game Center CX?? Not only is that squid stuff that he enjoys one hell of a great idea, but so is his show as well.
{David pops a handful of candy into his mouth, chews on it for a few seconds, and swallows it before his lips curl into a wolfish grin as he then points at the camera}
David: Just like putting me in a hardcore match against you, Kimberly Williams! Now, I caught your other promo, the one that was actually directed at me, and it was almost…*ALMOST* genius until you started referring to me as “Davey Crockett Striker”.
Now, I don’t mind being called that…it’s just only select people have the right and the honor of calling me “Davey”...and even fewer, like one…maybe two…get away with the honor of calling me “Davey-Boy”!!
But you don’t, sorry…I just don’t hand that shit out.
{David holds up the skittles}
David: These, sure!! I’ll share Skittles with you, and everyone else that wants some on the SCW roster because I’m that kind of cool guy…but only one person maybe gets the honor of sharing the squid treats with me and maybe that person will catch on sooner or later…but who knows, eh?!
Anyway…TO BUSINESS!!!
{David tosses the bag of candy into the air which Chris catches without any problem whatsoever as David then follows that up with a loud clap}
David: Look, you asked me if I had thought this all whole match with you all the way through and while I appreciate the concern for my mental well being there, like I mentioned in my previous promo that I did think it all the way through and while I didn’t know that the powers that be would make it into an Underground rules match, respectfully I’m not the kind of guy that runs from one hell of a fight because to be honest, I’m still getting goosebumps every time that I think about match to come.
I mean zoom in on this shit, will ya?!
{David brings up his left arm up for the camera to zoom in on and that’s what it does and sure enough, there is the aforementioned “goose pimples”}
David: I’m not afraid of either getting my hands dirty or getting hurt, Kimberly. I thought that I made that perfectly clear in my last promo, but I guess you were riding high enough on your victory that not only did you have to come out here with your brand spanking new championship, that you decided to jump not only the gun, but the shark as well and you just cut a promo.
It was a very good promo, don’t get me wrong, but the problem is that you didn’t know that you were cutting a promo on a guy who not only can out wrestle you where it comes to a normal run of the mill kind of match, but also the same guy who is more than willing to roll around in the broken glass and thumb tacks with you, Kimberly. Someone who’s not afraid to bleed because this is the kind of fight that he’s been looking for.
So come on then and bring forth every chair in the building and I promise you cleanly that I will put through each and every single table in this arena right here in Portland if that’s what it will take to put you down and keep you down long enough for me to pick up that elusive victory over such an ultra violent goddess such as yourself!!
But I also what you to completely understand that I’m not out for your title or to use you as a stepping stone, you want to talk about embracing chaos…well, I’m all for enjoying a little bit of chaos from time to time and if I need to embrace it to show you that you’re not going to waltz all over me come Breakdown, then come and dance with me under the pale moonlight!!
After Cassidy and Crystal and Kevin, each one claiming that I didn’t know what I was getting into and that I would be unable to hang with them for whatever reason, this way or the other only for them to be caught like goldfish gasping for air when they realize that the Death Penalty waits for no one…but then again I don’t care if people want to believe that my desire to come out the winner in this match with you is for my so called undefeated streak or not, because in the end I could care less than two bits about that streak, because I want to go to war with you, I want to be busted open and feel that hot rush course through my body as I’m *finally* given the kind of challenge, the kind of *war* that I’ve been wanting ever since I first signed my contract to come and work here in SCW.
{David’s expression then changes to one of pure disappointment as he shakes his head slowly}
David: But then again, you’d think that I’d be used to disappointment by now wouldn’t you, Kimberly?
I mean seriously, if you look into the past of my career you’ll find a long line of people who have looked me dead in the face and either spat in my face or simply told me, in a very superior tone mind you, that I wasn’t worth taking seriously because I was so far down on their level that they couldn’t see me or my challenge at all.
I mean sometimes people use me to try and get a rise out of my older brother Jake, I mean take Jaime Austin over in New Frontier Wrestling for a good, solid prime example of that kind of bullshit…and she had to friggin *CHEAT* to beat me in that match and all that she could say afterwards was “At least I got to beat up on Jake Striker’s worthless kid brother.”
And people wondered why I first got into wrestling as “Kyle Valentine”?? I mean seriously you run into shit like that just because you happen to be the kid sib to someone with Jake’s level of rep thus far in this industry and I’m not supposed to try and strike out and do my own thing?
{David lets out a snort of laughter as he gets a kind of sly grin on his face}
David: If they thought I was crazy then, wait till they see what I’ve got up my sleeve next, Kimberly. But then again you also know that kind of bullshit that I’ve had to put up with all this time, now don’t you…I mean look at who your twin sister is….who your mother is…and when you knock everything else out of the way, it’s just one more set of second generation wrestlers going to war with each other.
So the idea of you strapping a bit of C4 to your right knee and trying to give me a first class ticket to the Shadow Realm that way doesn’t really phase me because all that you’ll do is freaking annoy me before I simply shake it off and turn right around and repay you the favor in spades.
But that’s not me bragging, that’s me simply saying that if you’re expecting me to just sit the fuck back and not give you one hundred and ten percent of fucking hardcore hell right back to you, then you might want to look into getting a really good therapist…I mean I heard that Fraser Crane has come out of retirement last year so there you go there.
But all joking aside, I’ve been working my ass off in preparing for our match tomorrow night, Kimberly. I’ve not only gone back and watched your past few Underground matches…but I’ve also gone and sat under the learning tree of the most rage filled bastard that I’ve ever had the misfortune of knowing…and I understand why he’s full of rage;
I’m the one who retired him.
{Chris nods in agreement in the background as David allows himself a moment to smirk just a little bit more, with the actual smirk growing just a little bit}
David: That’s right, I went and sought out the Last Ace of Super Japan himself and I asked him to show me what would it take to beat you, and by George Michael he did just that…and a lot more, because he also took the time to show me to what extremes, what lengths that you’re willing to go in order to get that victory and needless to say that with each and every single blow, it just made me more and more excited for this match because deep down, I know…I *KNOW*...that I’m finally getting the war that I’ve been so rightfully denied.
A war that I’m charging into not just willingly, but happily because it’s the kind of war that I’m a hundred percent certain that I can win because you’re going into this with the foolish belief that I’m just going into this match thinking that it’s a run of the mill hardcore match.
The truth of the matter is, Kimberly, my father made his bone in Japanese Death Matches and I have these vivid memories of him coming home after a tour of Japan and removing his shirt to show the horrendous amounts of damage that had been done to his back by bokken, NOT A *KENDO* STICK but *BOKKEN*, the wooden training swords that don’t ever fucking *BEND*, wrapped in barbed wire had striped one layer of flesh after another from his very back and yet, my father sucked up that pain because he loved and needed those hugs from me and my sibs because he would willingly go through those levels of hellish and horrendous pain to give us the kind of life that we deserved!!
And at Breakdown, with those memories seared into my mind, I’m more than willing to endure myself because while I might be born to lose…I’m live to *win*, because while I’ve got only one heart, but its steady on and it beats to my own song.
A song of righteous fury because I was born to win this kind of war.
{The smug look disappears completely as David surges to his feet with a wild look in his eyes}
David: So you can believe whatever you want, whatever you wish…but I’m coming into this match with my eyes wide open and my fist pounding against your storm, Kimberly, and I know that you can hear my thunder pounding and echoing against the horizon and because of this, you know that deep down…in the in the bottom of your chest, right there in the cockles of your heart...maybe below the cockles or...the sub cockles area, now that I think about it maybe it's in the liver, maybe in the kidneys.
Maybe even in the colon, I just don't really know.
But you'll know, because at first you'll deny it when you hear my theme echoing throughout the arena that despite all of your bragging about how I'm not ready for you that the moment you see me step through the entrance, tossing my ring jacket back to Chris as I power my way down to meet you in that very ring...that's the very moment that you'll be praying in your heart of hearts...or even in the cockles of your colon...that this...
{David motions at the tattoo sleeve on his right arm, motioning at the very intricate and almost archaic looking design that makes up the primary tattoo there]
David: Was a really and truly a real alchemical transmutation array that will send you into the next world because you chose to belief that you were ready for *ME* when you weren’t!!!
So yes, Kimberly. My face is the face of a survivor…it is the face of a man whose prospects of being put through hell and back by the “Woman Scorned” and coming out the winner nonetheless is not only assured…but it is your own personal darkest timeline because it is also going to be your own personal hellish reality.
{David then closes his eyes and slowly starts to sway his head left and right to something that only he can hear for a few seconds before finally his head stops moving and his dark eyes open and focus solely on the camera, and when he speaks next, he sounds more focus…intense…ready}
David: But right now, Kimberly, I want you to understand me clearly and utterly…maybe even your little friend Wesley can help you to understand the sincerity of what I’m about to say, but everything aside I am taking this match and more importantly *YOU* very seriously.
Deadly serious as a matter of fact.
And when I say that I’m going to walk into Breakdown and come out the winner, I’m not just saying that because its my ego writing a check that the first national bank of reality won’t cash with some cold hard truth, no…I’m saying this because that is how hungry and prepared I am for the kind of war that I’m happily walking into with you on this week’s show.
And while your newly won title isn’t on the line, it does not mean that I won’t fight you as hard because I will treat this match like your title is on the line because that’s the kind of fighter I am and in the end, you’ll be on your knees thanking me for giving you that kind of war.
Because at Breakdown, I am giving you something that you’ve probably never had from anyone else in an match with your precious Underground rules;
A REAL and HONEST bloodbath.
When I went to war with Alex Pierce all of those years ago, he would call me a Fucking Young Boy before slamming his right forearm hard into my face as hard as he could…each…and…every…fucking…TIME during that few moments of the match, and I took each and every single shot without hesitation or compliant because I knew that deep down in the bottom of my gut, I had the fortitude to beat him and I *DID*.
And on this week’s edition of the show, I’m going to show you…the entirety of the Supreme Championship Wrestling roster and front office…from the boys in the ring crew to the very president of the company himself…what I can truly do in that ring.
And if I win or if I *lose*, in the long run it won’t matter because either way, one thing will be for certain, Kimberly.
And that there will be absolutely no denying that not only was I born for this…but I’m always ready for the next war and the next freaking level.
So, welcome to the Dope Show, Kimberly Williams.
Let’s see if you can stand firm in the face of this oncoming Ghost Train shall we?
{David nods his head in respect before he easily catches the bag of candy before he walks off while whistling a familiar tune, Chris following in his wake as the screen static jumps to black}
David: You know something, in the history of great ideas…these.
{David holds up the candy}
David: These right here is one of the greatest ideas in the entire history of ideas. I mean the only way that you could make these any better and that would be to have an all lime bag of these Skittles Littles…you can call me crazy all that you want for that, but I’ve always enjoyed the more odd end of candy and people say “all lime skittles, you are one crazy bastard, arent’cha?!”
But then again, I love those little squid treats like the ones that Chairman Arino always eats on that one Japanese show, Game Center CX?? Not only is that squid stuff that he enjoys one hell of a great idea, but so is his show as well.
{David pops a handful of candy into his mouth, chews on it for a few seconds, and swallows it before his lips curl into a wolfish grin as he then points at the camera}
David: Just like putting me in a hardcore match against you, Kimberly Williams! Now, I caught your other promo, the one that was actually directed at me, and it was almost…*ALMOST* genius until you started referring to me as “Davey Crockett Striker”.
Now, I don’t mind being called that…it’s just only select people have the right and the honor of calling me “Davey”...and even fewer, like one…maybe two…get away with the honor of calling me “Davey-Boy”!!
But you don’t, sorry…I just don’t hand that shit out.
{David holds up the skittles}
David: These, sure!! I’ll share Skittles with you, and everyone else that wants some on the SCW roster because I’m that kind of cool guy…but only one person maybe gets the honor of sharing the squid treats with me and maybe that person will catch on sooner or later…but who knows, eh?!
Anyway…TO BUSINESS!!!
{David tosses the bag of candy into the air which Chris catches without any problem whatsoever as David then follows that up with a loud clap}
David: Look, you asked me if I had thought this all whole match with you all the way through and while I appreciate the concern for my mental well being there, like I mentioned in my previous promo that I did think it all the way through and while I didn’t know that the powers that be would make it into an Underground rules match, respectfully I’m not the kind of guy that runs from one hell of a fight because to be honest, I’m still getting goosebumps every time that I think about match to come.
I mean zoom in on this shit, will ya?!
{David brings up his left arm up for the camera to zoom in on and that’s what it does and sure enough, there is the aforementioned “goose pimples”}
David: I’m not afraid of either getting my hands dirty or getting hurt, Kimberly. I thought that I made that perfectly clear in my last promo, but I guess you were riding high enough on your victory that not only did you have to come out here with your brand spanking new championship, that you decided to jump not only the gun, but the shark as well and you just cut a promo.
It was a very good promo, don’t get me wrong, but the problem is that you didn’t know that you were cutting a promo on a guy who not only can out wrestle you where it comes to a normal run of the mill kind of match, but also the same guy who is more than willing to roll around in the broken glass and thumb tacks with you, Kimberly. Someone who’s not afraid to bleed because this is the kind of fight that he’s been looking for.
So come on then and bring forth every chair in the building and I promise you cleanly that I will put through each and every single table in this arena right here in Portland if that’s what it will take to put you down and keep you down long enough for me to pick up that elusive victory over such an ultra violent goddess such as yourself!!
But I also what you to completely understand that I’m not out for your title or to use you as a stepping stone, you want to talk about embracing chaos…well, I’m all for enjoying a little bit of chaos from time to time and if I need to embrace it to show you that you’re not going to waltz all over me come Breakdown, then come and dance with me under the pale moonlight!!
After Cassidy and Crystal and Kevin, each one claiming that I didn’t know what I was getting into and that I would be unable to hang with them for whatever reason, this way or the other only for them to be caught like goldfish gasping for air when they realize that the Death Penalty waits for no one…but then again I don’t care if people want to believe that my desire to come out the winner in this match with you is for my so called undefeated streak or not, because in the end I could care less than two bits about that streak, because I want to go to war with you, I want to be busted open and feel that hot rush course through my body as I’m *finally* given the kind of challenge, the kind of *war* that I’ve been wanting ever since I first signed my contract to come and work here in SCW.
{David’s expression then changes to one of pure disappointment as he shakes his head slowly}
David: But then again, you’d think that I’d be used to disappointment by now wouldn’t you, Kimberly?
I mean seriously, if you look into the past of my career you’ll find a long line of people who have looked me dead in the face and either spat in my face or simply told me, in a very superior tone mind you, that I wasn’t worth taking seriously because I was so far down on their level that they couldn’t see me or my challenge at all.
I mean sometimes people use me to try and get a rise out of my older brother Jake, I mean take Jaime Austin over in New Frontier Wrestling for a good, solid prime example of that kind of bullshit…and she had to friggin *CHEAT* to beat me in that match and all that she could say afterwards was “At least I got to beat up on Jake Striker’s worthless kid brother.”
And people wondered why I first got into wrestling as “Kyle Valentine”?? I mean seriously you run into shit like that just because you happen to be the kid sib to someone with Jake’s level of rep thus far in this industry and I’m not supposed to try and strike out and do my own thing?
{David lets out a snort of laughter as he gets a kind of sly grin on his face}
David: If they thought I was crazy then, wait till they see what I’ve got up my sleeve next, Kimberly. But then again you also know that kind of bullshit that I’ve had to put up with all this time, now don’t you…I mean look at who your twin sister is….who your mother is…and when you knock everything else out of the way, it’s just one more set of second generation wrestlers going to war with each other.
So the idea of you strapping a bit of C4 to your right knee and trying to give me a first class ticket to the Shadow Realm that way doesn’t really phase me because all that you’ll do is freaking annoy me before I simply shake it off and turn right around and repay you the favor in spades.
But that’s not me bragging, that’s me simply saying that if you’re expecting me to just sit the fuck back and not give you one hundred and ten percent of fucking hardcore hell right back to you, then you might want to look into getting a really good therapist…I mean I heard that Fraser Crane has come out of retirement last year so there you go there.
But all joking aside, I’ve been working my ass off in preparing for our match tomorrow night, Kimberly. I’ve not only gone back and watched your past few Underground matches…but I’ve also gone and sat under the learning tree of the most rage filled bastard that I’ve ever had the misfortune of knowing…and I understand why he’s full of rage;
I’m the one who retired him.
{Chris nods in agreement in the background as David allows himself a moment to smirk just a little bit more, with the actual smirk growing just a little bit}
David: That’s right, I went and sought out the Last Ace of Super Japan himself and I asked him to show me what would it take to beat you, and by George Michael he did just that…and a lot more, because he also took the time to show me to what extremes, what lengths that you’re willing to go in order to get that victory and needless to say that with each and every single blow, it just made me more and more excited for this match because deep down, I know…I *KNOW*...that I’m finally getting the war that I’ve been so rightfully denied.
A war that I’m charging into not just willingly, but happily because it’s the kind of war that I’m a hundred percent certain that I can win because you’re going into this with the foolish belief that I’m just going into this match thinking that it’s a run of the mill hardcore match.
The truth of the matter is, Kimberly, my father made his bone in Japanese Death Matches and I have these vivid memories of him coming home after a tour of Japan and removing his shirt to show the horrendous amounts of damage that had been done to his back by bokken, NOT A *KENDO* STICK but *BOKKEN*, the wooden training swords that don’t ever fucking *BEND*, wrapped in barbed wire had striped one layer of flesh after another from his very back and yet, my father sucked up that pain because he loved and needed those hugs from me and my sibs because he would willingly go through those levels of hellish and horrendous pain to give us the kind of life that we deserved!!
And at Breakdown, with those memories seared into my mind, I’m more than willing to endure myself because while I might be born to lose…I’m live to *win*, because while I’ve got only one heart, but its steady on and it beats to my own song.
A song of righteous fury because I was born to win this kind of war.
{The smug look disappears completely as David surges to his feet with a wild look in his eyes}
David: So you can believe whatever you want, whatever you wish…but I’m coming into this match with my eyes wide open and my fist pounding against your storm, Kimberly, and I know that you can hear my thunder pounding and echoing against the horizon and because of this, you know that deep down…in the in the bottom of your chest, right there in the cockles of your heart...maybe below the cockles or...the sub cockles area, now that I think about it maybe it's in the liver, maybe in the kidneys.
Maybe even in the colon, I just don't really know.
But you'll know, because at first you'll deny it when you hear my theme echoing throughout the arena that despite all of your bragging about how I'm not ready for you that the moment you see me step through the entrance, tossing my ring jacket back to Chris as I power my way down to meet you in that very ring...that's the very moment that you'll be praying in your heart of hearts...or even in the cockles of your colon...that this...
{David motions at the tattoo sleeve on his right arm, motioning at the very intricate and almost archaic looking design that makes up the primary tattoo there]
David: Was a really and truly a real alchemical transmutation array that will send you into the next world because you chose to belief that you were ready for *ME* when you weren’t!!!
So yes, Kimberly. My face is the face of a survivor…it is the face of a man whose prospects of being put through hell and back by the “Woman Scorned” and coming out the winner nonetheless is not only assured…but it is your own personal darkest timeline because it is also going to be your own personal hellish reality.
{David then closes his eyes and slowly starts to sway his head left and right to something that only he can hear for a few seconds before finally his head stops moving and his dark eyes open and focus solely on the camera, and when he speaks next, he sounds more focus…intense…ready}
David: But right now, Kimberly, I want you to understand me clearly and utterly…maybe even your little friend Wesley can help you to understand the sincerity of what I’m about to say, but everything aside I am taking this match and more importantly *YOU* very seriously.
Deadly serious as a matter of fact.
And when I say that I’m going to walk into Breakdown and come out the winner, I’m not just saying that because its my ego writing a check that the first national bank of reality won’t cash with some cold hard truth, no…I’m saying this because that is how hungry and prepared I am for the kind of war that I’m happily walking into with you on this week’s show.
And while your newly won title isn’t on the line, it does not mean that I won’t fight you as hard because I will treat this match like your title is on the line because that’s the kind of fighter I am and in the end, you’ll be on your knees thanking me for giving you that kind of war.
Because at Breakdown, I am giving you something that you’ve probably never had from anyone else in an match with your precious Underground rules;
A REAL and HONEST bloodbath.
When I went to war with Alex Pierce all of those years ago, he would call me a Fucking Young Boy before slamming his right forearm hard into my face as hard as he could…each…and…every…fucking…TIME during that few moments of the match, and I took each and every single shot without hesitation or compliant because I knew that deep down in the bottom of my gut, I had the fortitude to beat him and I *DID*.
And on this week’s edition of the show, I’m going to show you…the entirety of the Supreme Championship Wrestling roster and front office…from the boys in the ring crew to the very president of the company himself…what I can truly do in that ring.
And if I win or if I *lose*, in the long run it won’t matter because either way, one thing will be for certain, Kimberly.
And that there will be absolutely no denying that not only was I born for this…but I’m always ready for the next war and the next freaking level.
So, welcome to the Dope Show, Kimberly Williams.
Let’s see if you can stand firm in the face of this oncoming Ghost Train shall we?
{David nods his head in respect before he easily catches the bag of candy before he walks off while whistling a familiar tune, Chris following in his wake as the screen static jumps to black}