04-04-2024, 11:52 PM
Date: April the 3rd, 2024
{The screen static jumps to a shot of the inside of a locker room somewhere in Japan from the markings on the doors and such before the door opens and none other than the “Front Man of the Dope Show” himself, David “Bam Bam” Striker, with Irvine at his side strides into the locker room and plops down in an open chair, his short white-blonde hair is sweaty and messed up and his bare upper body looks like he’d just gotten done with a war only moments before as Irvine steps out of camera long enough to grab something and hand it to his boss to which David offers a silent nod of thanks before popping the can of Liquid Death water and chugging half of its contents before leaning back in his chair}
David: Hello my lovely freaks and geeks, welcome to the Dope Show and I want to wish you, Miss Deanna, an extra special ‘ello ‘ello and greetings to all from the Aichi Prefectural Gymnasium right here in Nagoya, Aichi, Japan. Now the Troupe as a whole has been making quite the killing up and down the great lands of Japan during the Havok TV tour here and as usual, I’m keeping myself busy between dates for SCW and yes, my father’s old saying about the only way to stay proper and ready in this industry is to keep your dance card always full was quite the piece of advice.
Now after this bit of promoting, I’m heading for the Nagoya Airport, where I’m going to catch a flight to Cleveland for our match, Deanna, and while it may not be for the United States Heavyweight championship, that does not mean that I won’t fight you just as hard for it because if busting my ass for the last couple of days on this tour with my fellow freaky brothers and sisters has helped me to regain violently calm center, I wish to grant you this level of calm by giving you one of the biggest fights of your career here to date in SCW, one without the drama of a title match or someone questioning you on what the fuck ever.
Now I’m probably going to say something that’s gonna blow your mind here in a second, Deanna, and I want you to understand that I say this with the utmost respect and kindness possible, and you can trust this to every end as honesty, so here we go;
I *RESPECT* you, Deanna Frost.
And no, that’s not me just saying that because you’re the US title holder and I’m thinking “oh, that’ll be a quick way to a title match I know it!”...*NO*!! I’m saying that because look at where you started and where you are now…*you* did that, and just like Kimberly Williams you did that entirely with your own two hands and dedication to your craft, and to a guy like who is still in the early years of his own career, to see someone like you bust your ever loving ass hard enough to get that kind of work ethic done by the sweat of your brow and the blood on your hands, how can I not respect you for that, eh?
It also makes a person like me want to fight you even harder because of that respect.
{David stops long enough to take another pull off of his can of water before setting it down on the table in front of him}
David: And that’s exactly what you’re going to get this week on Breakdown, my dear Deanna. Now I know for the last little bit I’ve been enjoying my wars in the ring with Kimberly, but while I enjoy the chaotic nature and raw primal fury of the Underground division, sometimes I feel that dire need to get back to my basics and that’s what I’m going to do with you, Deanna. Yes, I will admit that there is a certain freedom that I’ve enjoyed while working in the Underground division and that is something that I fully suggest that you actually try and do at some point, Deanna, and I don’t mean to just try for that title but to honestly go to the division and just cut loose, as it might do your soul some good.
It did to mine and now I find myself pulled more towards there as I await Kimberly’s answer to my question…
{David stops talking long enough to look sideways at the table next to him and the camera slowly slides left to show us the ever presented black and gold sealed contract and the reaction on David’s face is noticeable as his eyes tighten and he looks a bit more sinister for a few seconds before the camera slides back to give its full attention back on the “Front Man of the Dope Show” himself once more}
David: I need to be honest in that when I first came here to SCW, I wasn’t prepared for the level of…freedom that I was going to be given. But from that first moment leading up to my first match against Kimberly Williams, Deanna, I’ve felt like I was meant to be here, meant to shed my very life’s blood and offer up the sweat bred from my hard work from my very brow to stand here among the elite and like I said before, I do not care for things like “undefeated streaks” when there are more important things like bringing higher and higher levels of pure chaos to these very rings for the fans’ enjoyment each and every night that I’m out here.
And from my very first moments of sitting at my home in lovely Cameron North Carolina, as I sat there and watched some of the greats that work here in this company…like Colleen, Aisling, and Polly, the Rebel Hearts themselves... along with Konrad Raab, Kelsai Adamson, Lucas Knight, Kimberly Williams, Veronica Strader, Xander Valentine, and *YOU*, Deanna Frost. And while some people on the roster simply want to keep things at the status quo, like in certain fucked up promotions that I could name that include the letters “EAW”...I look at SCW’s roster and people like you, and I can honestly see myself burning down the house working with and against such great talents!!
And as much as I respect you and your talent in the ring, Deanna, while I can see that you will spill no end of blood, sweat, and tears to try and prove your worth…your superiority as the “Face of SCW" at Breakdown this week…to find a way to deal with these inner demons that have been dragging your mind and spirit from being even greater than you can be in that ring…the only way that I know how to drag those you away from those demons and encourage those very fires within you is by tearing you down and beating you in that very ring in just two days time.
I’m sorry to say that in order to help you become greater than you are, I must shatter you before the international wrestling community…in order to pull you up and away from those inner demons that threaten to shatter you, I must do that myself and the only way that I can truly do that myself is to put the full force and fury of the Dope Show, the Phantom Troupe itself, into a direct path of destruction with you for a single night and come out the winner.
Why might you ask?
Because that’s who I am.
You see Deanna, I am a second generation wrestler. My father was a wrestler, my older brother…whom the entire fucking *world* knows who he is…is a wrestler, my older sister is a wrestler…some of my best friends are professional wrestlers…even a woman that I’m rather fond of in the long run who probably doesn’t even acknowledge my existence is a professional wrestler…it is something that I cannot escape from nor would I because I feel the desire to perform in front of these very rabid fans pulsing through my veins like a fiery venom from the world’s largest snake coursing and racing through me like you would not believe…
{David’s face then splits into one large grin}
David: …just like how I know it does for you as well.
But you’re also a creature divided, Deanna, your attention is not focused solely on an opponent who is driven by a desire to reap and sow chaos, an opponent who has been trained to twist you into shapes that would make a cubist painter weep with tears of creative joy…and while you might be the “Face of SCW”, you are going up against the “Front Man of the Dope Show”...and I can tell you here and now that means that I’m the face of the Phantom Troupe…you see me and you see them, whenever *I* succeed, *THEY* succeed!!
And at Breakdown, when I introduce you to the very *nature* of Equivalent Exchange…you’re going to welcome it with arms wide open because I will have brought you the glorious gift of a battle against an opponent who has no hidden agenda, Deanna Frost. I’m not after your title, I’m not out to change your world view or to prove that I am superior or any of that kind of horseshit.
No.
I am a man who measures himself by the battles that he’s fought and the level of the opponent’s that he’s faced and for a man like me, so early into a very promising career, to face someone of your quality…of your expertise, this early into my career…I see that as a very promising thing because in *my* mind, you are an opponent that others must struggle to be worthy of because you and I, Deanna, in the baser parts of our existence we share a similar belief. A belief in something that neither one of us can truly explain and for that understanding, Deanna Frost, you have my utmost respect on a whole different level.
But then in turn, that is also where our respective worlds must also come into conflict doesn’t it?
A slight…tussel if you will…between our unique beliefs.
But then again, my beliefs are as evident as the unbroken day…
{David then holds up his bare right arm, showing us the sleeve of tattoos there including the rich dark purple ink that runs in ever oh so familiar patterns and twists as he flexes the arm in ways to draw the camera’s attention to those very patterns and twists before it slowly pans back up to his face}
David: I’m truly hoping that my words inspire you, light that fire deep inside of you for there is someone who wants to fight you at your best, to see the fire burning bright behind your eyes as you try to kick my ever loving head in Cleveland, I want you to be entirely focused in on me, Deanna Frost, and I don’t want you to be focused on anything less because if you do, if you fucking hesistat for one singular instance…then I’ll have you. I mean look at my history thus far in Supreme Championship Wrestling, Deanna. Take a real close look at it and you’ll find that you’re stepping into the ring against an opponent who is much more of a technical artist than you can ever hope to be, someone who is quick as a mongoose and just as freaking crazy as a honey badger.
{The smile then slowly disappears from David’s face as he picks up his drink again and quickly finishes it off before slowly putting the can down again, dark eyes glittering as he looks hard into the camera}
David: At Breakdown, Deanna Frost, you’re not facing some kid with pie in the sky hopes…no, you’re going to be facing off against a young demon in this sport. The kind of crazed SOB who has one simple desire in his body, one simple desire roaring through his mind and that is to win, no matter the cost because I’m fully intending on reaping what I’ve sown and what I’ve sown, Deanna, is a desire to become the kind of wrestler that my father was during his time in the ring, all of those years ago.
While I might respect you, that will not stop what is coming in Cleveland because the moment that my music hits and I strut my stuff down to that very ring to face you…understand that in order to prepare for this match, I have gone against some of the toughest members of an another company’s roster just to *PREPARE* To face you in the ring, Deanna Frost, because I know that you’re someone who expects to be fighting against the best and I absolutely refuse to give you anything but my best and that is what you’re going to get.
And if you think that my wars against Kimberly Williams was crazy…wait till you step into the ring with me…as I will show you the true meaning of the word “brutal combat”.
So, do whatever you can do to prepare for this match, so make sure that your boots are laced and your fists are good and tight…and as always make sure that you grit your teeth because in just a couple of more days time, you’re going to be entering your own personal warzone and despite all of you high talk, Deanna, I honestly don’t see you being able to back it up like I can in the ring because while you’ve spent all of this time safe and sound with your lover quick to jump to your defense if the fires get too high for you to deal with…all I have ever had before the Troupe is one man and he let me play with the fire until I fully understood what I was getting into.
So I will be bringing everything into our match, but don’t think or assume for one instant that I’m thinking past you, Deanna, because I’m not and that is something that you should be very afraid of.
{David’s eyes then grow very dark as a truly pure rage fills them}
David: Oh, and as for you claiming that the match that I’m challenging Kimberly with was created from something that *you* did is nothing more than pure weapons grade bullshit as this match was originally created by Paul Dumont in the Extreme Wrestling Incorporated promotion back in late 1999 as a way to end a feud that he was in because him and his partner Ruiner had literally warred themselves bloody against the True Living Colors over the EWI World Tag Team titles and they wanted one match to end it all, to put that final *DOT* on everything…and thus Paul came up with this match…one that you don’t win, but *SURVIVE*!!!
Since then there have only been nine…*NINE* of these matches, with one being done as recently as three years ago over in the World Wrestling Headquarters and it was voted the most disturbing match ever seen in that company’s existence!!
Nine matches…in over twenty years, Deanna.
After my loss to Kimberly at Retribution, I went out and sought the head of the Slayton Wrestling Dynasty because Paul Dumont is the cousin of the infamous "Godfather of Violence" himself, and I presented my case before I asked him to give me the ability to present the match to Kimberly, to give her the kind of match that she *TRULY* and *COMPLETELY* deserves...and he gave me his blessings to challenge her to the tenth ever Long Hard Road out of Hell match ever in history.
And this is the level of bloody *HELL* that I offer up to Kimberly Williams as a way to answer that question between her and I for good!!
That is not arrogance, Deanna, that is a level of dedication that you can't even *BEGIN* to *touch*, now isn't? To me, the Underground division isn't just some hardcore playground...it is a place where a true artist of Chaos can truly enjoy oneself, which is why Kimberly is excellent and at home there!
But at Breakdown, I shall bring you your own special brand of Hell, courtesy of myself.
For if you wanted the Nightmare Warrior’s full attention, you’ve already have it…now let us see what happens to you for your chosen folly, shall we?
See you on Thursday, Deanna.
{The screen then static jumps to black}
{The screen static jumps to a shot of the inside of a locker room somewhere in Japan from the markings on the doors and such before the door opens and none other than the “Front Man of the Dope Show” himself, David “Bam Bam” Striker, with Irvine at his side strides into the locker room and plops down in an open chair, his short white-blonde hair is sweaty and messed up and his bare upper body looks like he’d just gotten done with a war only moments before as Irvine steps out of camera long enough to grab something and hand it to his boss to which David offers a silent nod of thanks before popping the can of Liquid Death water and chugging half of its contents before leaning back in his chair}
David: Hello my lovely freaks and geeks, welcome to the Dope Show and I want to wish you, Miss Deanna, an extra special ‘ello ‘ello and greetings to all from the Aichi Prefectural Gymnasium right here in Nagoya, Aichi, Japan. Now the Troupe as a whole has been making quite the killing up and down the great lands of Japan during the Havok TV tour here and as usual, I’m keeping myself busy between dates for SCW and yes, my father’s old saying about the only way to stay proper and ready in this industry is to keep your dance card always full was quite the piece of advice.
Now after this bit of promoting, I’m heading for the Nagoya Airport, where I’m going to catch a flight to Cleveland for our match, Deanna, and while it may not be for the United States Heavyweight championship, that does not mean that I won’t fight you just as hard for it because if busting my ass for the last couple of days on this tour with my fellow freaky brothers and sisters has helped me to regain violently calm center, I wish to grant you this level of calm by giving you one of the biggest fights of your career here to date in SCW, one without the drama of a title match or someone questioning you on what the fuck ever.
Now I’m probably going to say something that’s gonna blow your mind here in a second, Deanna, and I want you to understand that I say this with the utmost respect and kindness possible, and you can trust this to every end as honesty, so here we go;
I *RESPECT* you, Deanna Frost.
And no, that’s not me just saying that because you’re the US title holder and I’m thinking “oh, that’ll be a quick way to a title match I know it!”...*NO*!! I’m saying that because look at where you started and where you are now…*you* did that, and just like Kimberly Williams you did that entirely with your own two hands and dedication to your craft, and to a guy like who is still in the early years of his own career, to see someone like you bust your ever loving ass hard enough to get that kind of work ethic done by the sweat of your brow and the blood on your hands, how can I not respect you for that, eh?
It also makes a person like me want to fight you even harder because of that respect.
{David stops long enough to take another pull off of his can of water before setting it down on the table in front of him}
David: And that’s exactly what you’re going to get this week on Breakdown, my dear Deanna. Now I know for the last little bit I’ve been enjoying my wars in the ring with Kimberly, but while I enjoy the chaotic nature and raw primal fury of the Underground division, sometimes I feel that dire need to get back to my basics and that’s what I’m going to do with you, Deanna. Yes, I will admit that there is a certain freedom that I’ve enjoyed while working in the Underground division and that is something that I fully suggest that you actually try and do at some point, Deanna, and I don’t mean to just try for that title but to honestly go to the division and just cut loose, as it might do your soul some good.
It did to mine and now I find myself pulled more towards there as I await Kimberly’s answer to my question…
{David stops talking long enough to look sideways at the table next to him and the camera slowly slides left to show us the ever presented black and gold sealed contract and the reaction on David’s face is noticeable as his eyes tighten and he looks a bit more sinister for a few seconds before the camera slides back to give its full attention back on the “Front Man of the Dope Show” himself once more}
David: I need to be honest in that when I first came here to SCW, I wasn’t prepared for the level of…freedom that I was going to be given. But from that first moment leading up to my first match against Kimberly Williams, Deanna, I’ve felt like I was meant to be here, meant to shed my very life’s blood and offer up the sweat bred from my hard work from my very brow to stand here among the elite and like I said before, I do not care for things like “undefeated streaks” when there are more important things like bringing higher and higher levels of pure chaos to these very rings for the fans’ enjoyment each and every night that I’m out here.
And from my very first moments of sitting at my home in lovely Cameron North Carolina, as I sat there and watched some of the greats that work here in this company…like Colleen, Aisling, and Polly, the Rebel Hearts themselves... along with Konrad Raab, Kelsai Adamson, Lucas Knight, Kimberly Williams, Veronica Strader, Xander Valentine, and *YOU*, Deanna Frost. And while some people on the roster simply want to keep things at the status quo, like in certain fucked up promotions that I could name that include the letters “EAW”...I look at SCW’s roster and people like you, and I can honestly see myself burning down the house working with and against such great talents!!
And as much as I respect you and your talent in the ring, Deanna, while I can see that you will spill no end of blood, sweat, and tears to try and prove your worth…your superiority as the “Face of SCW" at Breakdown this week…to find a way to deal with these inner demons that have been dragging your mind and spirit from being even greater than you can be in that ring…the only way that I know how to drag those you away from those demons and encourage those very fires within you is by tearing you down and beating you in that very ring in just two days time.
I’m sorry to say that in order to help you become greater than you are, I must shatter you before the international wrestling community…in order to pull you up and away from those inner demons that threaten to shatter you, I must do that myself and the only way that I can truly do that myself is to put the full force and fury of the Dope Show, the Phantom Troupe itself, into a direct path of destruction with you for a single night and come out the winner.
Why might you ask?
Because that’s who I am.
You see Deanna, I am a second generation wrestler. My father was a wrestler, my older brother…whom the entire fucking *world* knows who he is…is a wrestler, my older sister is a wrestler…some of my best friends are professional wrestlers…even a woman that I’m rather fond of in the long run who probably doesn’t even acknowledge my existence is a professional wrestler…it is something that I cannot escape from nor would I because I feel the desire to perform in front of these very rabid fans pulsing through my veins like a fiery venom from the world’s largest snake coursing and racing through me like you would not believe…
{David’s face then splits into one large grin}
David: …just like how I know it does for you as well.
But you’re also a creature divided, Deanna, your attention is not focused solely on an opponent who is driven by a desire to reap and sow chaos, an opponent who has been trained to twist you into shapes that would make a cubist painter weep with tears of creative joy…and while you might be the “Face of SCW”, you are going up against the “Front Man of the Dope Show”...and I can tell you here and now that means that I’m the face of the Phantom Troupe…you see me and you see them, whenever *I* succeed, *THEY* succeed!!
And at Breakdown, when I introduce you to the very *nature* of Equivalent Exchange…you’re going to welcome it with arms wide open because I will have brought you the glorious gift of a battle against an opponent who has no hidden agenda, Deanna Frost. I’m not after your title, I’m not out to change your world view or to prove that I am superior or any of that kind of horseshit.
No.
I am a man who measures himself by the battles that he’s fought and the level of the opponent’s that he’s faced and for a man like me, so early into a very promising career, to face someone of your quality…of your expertise, this early into my career…I see that as a very promising thing because in *my* mind, you are an opponent that others must struggle to be worthy of because you and I, Deanna, in the baser parts of our existence we share a similar belief. A belief in something that neither one of us can truly explain and for that understanding, Deanna Frost, you have my utmost respect on a whole different level.
But then in turn, that is also where our respective worlds must also come into conflict doesn’t it?
A slight…tussel if you will…between our unique beliefs.
But then again, my beliefs are as evident as the unbroken day…
{David then holds up his bare right arm, showing us the sleeve of tattoos there including the rich dark purple ink that runs in ever oh so familiar patterns and twists as he flexes the arm in ways to draw the camera’s attention to those very patterns and twists before it slowly pans back up to his face}
David: I’m truly hoping that my words inspire you, light that fire deep inside of you for there is someone who wants to fight you at your best, to see the fire burning bright behind your eyes as you try to kick my ever loving head in Cleveland, I want you to be entirely focused in on me, Deanna Frost, and I don’t want you to be focused on anything less because if you do, if you fucking hesistat for one singular instance…then I’ll have you. I mean look at my history thus far in Supreme Championship Wrestling, Deanna. Take a real close look at it and you’ll find that you’re stepping into the ring against an opponent who is much more of a technical artist than you can ever hope to be, someone who is quick as a mongoose and just as freaking crazy as a honey badger.
{The smile then slowly disappears from David’s face as he picks up his drink again and quickly finishes it off before slowly putting the can down again, dark eyes glittering as he looks hard into the camera}
David: At Breakdown, Deanna Frost, you’re not facing some kid with pie in the sky hopes…no, you’re going to be facing off against a young demon in this sport. The kind of crazed SOB who has one simple desire in his body, one simple desire roaring through his mind and that is to win, no matter the cost because I’m fully intending on reaping what I’ve sown and what I’ve sown, Deanna, is a desire to become the kind of wrestler that my father was during his time in the ring, all of those years ago.
While I might respect you, that will not stop what is coming in Cleveland because the moment that my music hits and I strut my stuff down to that very ring to face you…understand that in order to prepare for this match, I have gone against some of the toughest members of an another company’s roster just to *PREPARE* To face you in the ring, Deanna Frost, because I know that you’re someone who expects to be fighting against the best and I absolutely refuse to give you anything but my best and that is what you’re going to get.
And if you think that my wars against Kimberly Williams was crazy…wait till you step into the ring with me…as I will show you the true meaning of the word “brutal combat”.
So, do whatever you can do to prepare for this match, so make sure that your boots are laced and your fists are good and tight…and as always make sure that you grit your teeth because in just a couple of more days time, you’re going to be entering your own personal warzone and despite all of you high talk, Deanna, I honestly don’t see you being able to back it up like I can in the ring because while you’ve spent all of this time safe and sound with your lover quick to jump to your defense if the fires get too high for you to deal with…all I have ever had before the Troupe is one man and he let me play with the fire until I fully understood what I was getting into.
So I will be bringing everything into our match, but don’t think or assume for one instant that I’m thinking past you, Deanna, because I’m not and that is something that you should be very afraid of.
{David’s eyes then grow very dark as a truly pure rage fills them}
David: Oh, and as for you claiming that the match that I’m challenging Kimberly with was created from something that *you* did is nothing more than pure weapons grade bullshit as this match was originally created by Paul Dumont in the Extreme Wrestling Incorporated promotion back in late 1999 as a way to end a feud that he was in because him and his partner Ruiner had literally warred themselves bloody against the True Living Colors over the EWI World Tag Team titles and they wanted one match to end it all, to put that final *DOT* on everything…and thus Paul came up with this match…one that you don’t win, but *SURVIVE*!!!
Since then there have only been nine…*NINE* of these matches, with one being done as recently as three years ago over in the World Wrestling Headquarters and it was voted the most disturbing match ever seen in that company’s existence!!
Nine matches…in over twenty years, Deanna.
After my loss to Kimberly at Retribution, I went out and sought the head of the Slayton Wrestling Dynasty because Paul Dumont is the cousin of the infamous "Godfather of Violence" himself, and I presented my case before I asked him to give me the ability to present the match to Kimberly, to give her the kind of match that she *TRULY* and *COMPLETELY* deserves...and he gave me his blessings to challenge her to the tenth ever Long Hard Road out of Hell match ever in history.
And this is the level of bloody *HELL* that I offer up to Kimberly Williams as a way to answer that question between her and I for good!!
That is not arrogance, Deanna, that is a level of dedication that you can't even *BEGIN* to *touch*, now isn't? To me, the Underground division isn't just some hardcore playground...it is a place where a true artist of Chaos can truly enjoy oneself, which is why Kimberly is excellent and at home there!
But at Breakdown, I shall bring you your own special brand of Hell, courtesy of myself.
For if you wanted the Nightmare Warrior’s full attention, you’ve already have it…now let us see what happens to you for your chosen folly, shall we?
See you on Thursday, Deanna.
{The screen then static jumps to black}