01-30-2024, 04:52 PM
{The screen static jumps and we find ourselves in the fenced in backyard of a nice house in eastern Cameron North Carolina, things are silent for a couple of moments before we hear a ryhtmic chopping sound that we discover as the camera slowly pans to the right to show us David Striker slowly chopping some wood which he stops doing after a few more moments before regarding the camera with a slight shake of his head}
David: Please pardon the mess but I figured that I would take some time out and take care of a choir that I keep putting off because well...it's so simple that anyone can do it.
Well, anyone than the supposedly "almighty" Kevin Hunter perhaps...but I digress.
{David chuckles wryly for a moment while shaking his head sadly}
David: You know, before I touch on my match for this week's edition of Breakdown, I've got to admit that I was actually disappointed in my pay per view match against Kevin Hunter. I mean first the little shit has the nerve to sucker punch me after my match on Breakdown and then he practically phones in everything during our match at the pay per view, all the while ordering me to just give up because I'm nothing more than a stepping stone to him.
Now you tell me, Kevin. Who stepped on who, ya little shit?
{David sets the axe down against the tree stump that he was chopping wood on and shakes his head once more sadly}
David: Look, I get it. You are a what...fourteen time world heavyweight champion, an eight time tag team champion, and a fourteen time champion with various other titles, and you've got this accomplishment and that accomplishment and what the fuck ever accomplishment this place and that place and everywhere...but that doesn't make you a great wrestler, Kevin. But having won all of those things has made you weak with hubris and that's got you royally fucked in the head because instead of going into our match and focusing on just wrestling and having an epic battle, you tried to turn our match into somekind of pissing contest and that was something that I refused to do with you because you simply aren't worth it.
I beat you Kevin because in the end, I was simply the superior wrestler while you sucked on hubris epically...and because of it, you made our match suffer and even though I won our match handily, I still feel like I lost in the end because of your lack of passion, bruv.
Now that's all I'm going to say about you, the "Bullshit Artist" Kevin Hunter, because until you have passion for wrestling again, I simply refuse to have anything to do or even acknowledge you...so begone, child.
Now, as for *you*...Cassie Wolfe.
{David's face then breaks out into a wry grin as he bends down to pick the axe back up before setting a piece of wood onto the stump}
David: Now I'm not lying when I say that I'm actually looking forward to this match because you have the very thing that neither Crystal nor Kevin had in my matches with them.
Passion for this sport.
I mean all the members of the Striker family have a particular passion for this sport. My older brother Jacob, the belt collector that he is now, he lives for the thrill of the hunt...not for titles but for the *FIGHT*! He loves to test his mettle against some of the toughest bastards in our industry to date that have come and been around for a while and his track record shows that much as he is only almost twenty six and already is a five time world champion.
Me on the other hand, while my passion is also in part for the fight that each night brings, another part of it is the mystery of it all. I mean for one instance a person could be a total goof on the camera, dressed up like Monkey D. Luffy from One Piece or the Lime Guy from Among Us or even a humanoid ant and yet they come out fighting like some kind of incredible wrestling prodigy that has never been seen before or since.
Or they could be like Colleen, a curvy and vibrant fighter on the outside...but for all that we know on the inside, she could possess a very frightening tactical mind that could out think anyone of us on the SCW roster if she ever felt inclined to do so.
What I'm saying is that you never can tell what you're going to get each and every night that you step into this ring...much like how things are going to go for you on Breakdown.
I mean have you or anyone else truly seen what I'm fully capable of doing in that ring yet?
{David then stops long enough to chop the wood, easily splitting the log without any problem which he then repeats with the next two bits}
David: Or more to the point have we seen what you can do as a rookie sensation? I mean have we truly seen what you're capable of doing in that ring or is it going to be the same cut and paste stuff that you've been doing.
I'm hoping that you'll impress me by showing me that you're not some cookie cutter cutie, Cassidy...wow, I made that shit rhyme, I'm sorry about that.
But seriously though, I want to see the fire in your eyes and hear the roar of a lioness come from deep within your belly, Cassidy, because if you don't come at me with your utmost finest violence...then you simply won't have a chance in *HELL* of ever beating someone like me.
Someone whose passion for this industry comes from the fact that it flows through my veins just like my very own blood and plasma does as well. You need to not try to focus on what cute little thing can you do or say to try and get under my skin in your promo when you should be focusing more on how you're going to out do me if we get caught up in a duel of suplexes, because if you caught up too much in trying to impress the world with your wordplay then I can promise you without a question that I will drill that pretty little skull of yours right through that ring apron without a second's thought or hesistation.
Because when you boil things deep down, I am a right bastard when it comes to being in that ring.
{David sets up a log}
David: A right.
{Chop..one log}
David: God.
{Chop...two logs}
David: Damned.
{Chop...three logs}
David: Fucking.
{Chop...four logs}
David: *BASTARD*!
You see, while you went to the so called "Hero Academy", Cassidy, I went to the Apocalypse Academy where hard men taught me to do hard things, things like showing me where to put the point of my elbow into a joint while I have my opponent locked into a submission hold to get the most agony out of them so that they tap much more quickly by simply adjusting the angle of the elbow's point.
And that's not bragging, my young friend, that's me simply telling you that's the kind of person you're going to be stepping into the ring with in just a couple of more days time and how you should be spending your time in preperation.
But then again, it won't matter how much you prepare or how cute you try to be in trying to get under my skin in a promo or even how hard you try to fight, Cassidy, because at Breakthrough all it will take is one momentary laspse...one instance of a misstep...or what ever have you...and then it will be as simple as one...two...three...end of your story.
See you at Breakdown, Cassidy. Hope you survive.
{David gives the camera a wink before he starts to whistle a familiar tune as he goes back to his choir as the screen static jumps to black}
David: Please pardon the mess but I figured that I would take some time out and take care of a choir that I keep putting off because well...it's so simple that anyone can do it.
Well, anyone than the supposedly "almighty" Kevin Hunter perhaps...but I digress.
{David chuckles wryly for a moment while shaking his head sadly}
David: You know, before I touch on my match for this week's edition of Breakdown, I've got to admit that I was actually disappointed in my pay per view match against Kevin Hunter. I mean first the little shit has the nerve to sucker punch me after my match on Breakdown and then he practically phones in everything during our match at the pay per view, all the while ordering me to just give up because I'm nothing more than a stepping stone to him.
Now you tell me, Kevin. Who stepped on who, ya little shit?
{David sets the axe down against the tree stump that he was chopping wood on and shakes his head once more sadly}
David: Look, I get it. You are a what...fourteen time world heavyweight champion, an eight time tag team champion, and a fourteen time champion with various other titles, and you've got this accomplishment and that accomplishment and what the fuck ever accomplishment this place and that place and everywhere...but that doesn't make you a great wrestler, Kevin. But having won all of those things has made you weak with hubris and that's got you royally fucked in the head because instead of going into our match and focusing on just wrestling and having an epic battle, you tried to turn our match into somekind of pissing contest and that was something that I refused to do with you because you simply aren't worth it.
I beat you Kevin because in the end, I was simply the superior wrestler while you sucked on hubris epically...and because of it, you made our match suffer and even though I won our match handily, I still feel like I lost in the end because of your lack of passion, bruv.
Now that's all I'm going to say about you, the "Bullshit Artist" Kevin Hunter, because until you have passion for wrestling again, I simply refuse to have anything to do or even acknowledge you...so begone, child.
Now, as for *you*...Cassie Wolfe.
{David's face then breaks out into a wry grin as he bends down to pick the axe back up before setting a piece of wood onto the stump}
David: Now I'm not lying when I say that I'm actually looking forward to this match because you have the very thing that neither Crystal nor Kevin had in my matches with them.
Passion for this sport.
I mean all the members of the Striker family have a particular passion for this sport. My older brother Jacob, the belt collector that he is now, he lives for the thrill of the hunt...not for titles but for the *FIGHT*! He loves to test his mettle against some of the toughest bastards in our industry to date that have come and been around for a while and his track record shows that much as he is only almost twenty six and already is a five time world champion.
Me on the other hand, while my passion is also in part for the fight that each night brings, another part of it is the mystery of it all. I mean for one instance a person could be a total goof on the camera, dressed up like Monkey D. Luffy from One Piece or the Lime Guy from Among Us or even a humanoid ant and yet they come out fighting like some kind of incredible wrestling prodigy that has never been seen before or since.
Or they could be like Colleen, a curvy and vibrant fighter on the outside...but for all that we know on the inside, she could possess a very frightening tactical mind that could out think anyone of us on the SCW roster if she ever felt inclined to do so.
What I'm saying is that you never can tell what you're going to get each and every night that you step into this ring...much like how things are going to go for you on Breakdown.
I mean have you or anyone else truly seen what I'm fully capable of doing in that ring yet?
{David then stops long enough to chop the wood, easily splitting the log without any problem which he then repeats with the next two bits}
David: Or more to the point have we seen what you can do as a rookie sensation? I mean have we truly seen what you're capable of doing in that ring or is it going to be the same cut and paste stuff that you've been doing.
I'm hoping that you'll impress me by showing me that you're not some cookie cutter cutie, Cassidy...wow, I made that shit rhyme, I'm sorry about that.
But seriously though, I want to see the fire in your eyes and hear the roar of a lioness come from deep within your belly, Cassidy, because if you don't come at me with your utmost finest violence...then you simply won't have a chance in *HELL* of ever beating someone like me.
Someone whose passion for this industry comes from the fact that it flows through my veins just like my very own blood and plasma does as well. You need to not try to focus on what cute little thing can you do or say to try and get under my skin in your promo when you should be focusing more on how you're going to out do me if we get caught up in a duel of suplexes, because if you caught up too much in trying to impress the world with your wordplay then I can promise you without a question that I will drill that pretty little skull of yours right through that ring apron without a second's thought or hesistation.
Because when you boil things deep down, I am a right bastard when it comes to being in that ring.
{David sets up a log}
David: A right.
{Chop..one log}
David: God.
{Chop...two logs}
David: Damned.
{Chop...three logs}
David: Fucking.
{Chop...four logs}
David: *BASTARD*!
You see, while you went to the so called "Hero Academy", Cassidy, I went to the Apocalypse Academy where hard men taught me to do hard things, things like showing me where to put the point of my elbow into a joint while I have my opponent locked into a submission hold to get the most agony out of them so that they tap much more quickly by simply adjusting the angle of the elbow's point.
And that's not bragging, my young friend, that's me simply telling you that's the kind of person you're going to be stepping into the ring with in just a couple of more days time and how you should be spending your time in preperation.
But then again, it won't matter how much you prepare or how cute you try to be in trying to get under my skin in a promo or even how hard you try to fight, Cassidy, because at Breakthrough all it will take is one momentary laspse...one instance of a misstep...or what ever have you...and then it will be as simple as one...two...three...end of your story.
See you at Breakdown, Cassidy. Hope you survive.
{David gives the camera a wink before he starts to whistle a familiar tune as he goes back to his choir as the screen static jumps to black}