03-23-2024, 08:09 PM
{The screen static jumps and we find ourselves in the famed JokersBar in the Roppangi ward of Tokyo Japan as we get a good look at the Front Man of the Phantom Troupe himself, David Bam Bam Striker and the Ronin Chris Dumont alongside a towering, glowering, and extremely well bearded individual. All three men...well, *TWO* out of the three at the very least...are dressed for a night of enjoying the club}
David: Hello Superior Championship Wrestling and *WELCOME*...to the Dope Show!!! I am here at the Troupe's home away from home in the JokersBar, right here smack dab in the middle of the heart of Roppangi enjoying a little bit of downtime before the three of us in myself...
{David then thumps the shoulder of Chris}
David:...the Second Generation Man always with the Master Plan in Chris Dumont...and the troupe's newest member in the Bad Man from Lovecraft County....the "Bearded Enforcer"!!!
{David then does the old "Vanna White Wheel of Fortune reveal" pose at the bearded man who simply rolls his eyes before looking at David}
David: This is the "Big Rig" Kyle Gibson!! Say hello, Kyle!
{The camera zooms in at Kyle’s face who simply scowls at the camera which causes it to move back abruptly and very quickly}
Chris: Yeah, Kyle’s not big about talking on camera and who can blame him when you’re six foot five of *MEAN*, right?
David: But MEAN in a good way since he’s the kind of guy that I can trust with my back, just like how the girls had Chris’ back and vice versa at Retribution this past week. And it seems like the EFN or Empty Fucking Nutters, seems to have a rather painful series of bone spurs up their collective asses because a week on from losing to Chris and the Girls, now on this week’s edition of Breakdown they want to try their collective luck by tangling with Chris again… but this time, they will get the double barrel shotgun blast of what Chris *AND* I can do when are tagging in that ring.
And while this will be my THIRD outing in an Underground rules match in as many days, you boys probably assume that I’m not going to be at a hundred percent following my match against Kimberly at Retribution and if I was some normal guy, then you might be right…
But who the hell said that I was any kind of *NORMAL*, eh??
And yes, I might have lost my shot at the Underground championship, but I’m not worried about that because unlike a couple of jokers like you, I’m not a picky bastard and nor do am I going to lose my shit over it…not when I take out my frustrations out of the both of you in the ring in just a few days.
Chris: Well that’s one way of doing things, I guess?
David: While that is one way of looking at things, Chris, that’s not central to the plot or what I nor the Dope Show have in mind for our tag match at Breakdown because you see while the EFN will no doubt be getting ready to cut what they feel is the most epic of promos…with Dakon no doubt trying to be his best Rivethead self while the rest of the group go off and do their own thing, especially since Ludvig apparently hates dealing with the camera.
But perhaps you can tell me something, Dakon. You were so full of confidence in that your team was unbeatable and that you two twats could just go around and do whatever the fuck you wanted too…you were so happy and full of fire bragging about how the girls and Chris here didn’t stand a fucking chance against you in the match because you had every faith in Enigma to do his job in that match…
So tell me, where did that happy fury go when you that bell rung and you got your fucking bell *RUNG* by Chris here right out of the gate, hmm?
Did anything go to fucking plan when you went charging down that tramp at Retribution, eh?
{David’s face adopts a wolfish grin before he reaches up and taps the back of his right hand against Kyle’s chest to which the bearded man raises an annoyed eyebrow at his fellow Troupe-mate}
David: If you tried that shit on Kyle here, he would’ve banished you right into the void without a moment’s hesitation, Theron. You would be jawing at him one second and then wondering why you’re looking up at the fucking lights above the next because just like Chris, Kyle here can go from standing still to kicking your damned fool *HEAD* right off your fucking *SHOULDERS* in two point two seconds flat because Kyle here doesn’t take shit from anyone who isn’t one of the Troupe, pure and simple.
But like I said just a few moments ago, at the pay per view Chris was able to beat you rather handily in a purely vicious style that rattled that Rivethead skull of yours, Theron…so what kind of boasting and bragging do you think will help you when Chris has someone that he’s spent serious time training with, learning the ropes, and how to properly apply chaos with, hmm?
What do you think the end result is going to be when you step into the ring against someone in an Underground match that happily would go to bloody, bloody war with Kimberly Williams once more just to settle the score, eh??
{Suddenly the wolfish grin slowly slips and disappears as the darkly serious look appears on David’s face as he focuses all of his attention onto the camera}
David: Allow me to tell you what that final result is going to be at Breakdown will be, Theron. Yes, the EFN is a proud and tough duo and yes, you are two very capable brawlers but where it comes to being in the ring against two fucking wrestling prodigies, two up and coming second generation wrestlers with the kind of family legacies that Chris and myself are boasting…you don’t stand a fucking chance based on the odds alone, you sad and pathetic little creature.
And the true reality is that you lack the common level of understanding that the Elder Gods *THEMSELVES* gave the common garden snail to see just how unprepared that you and Ludvig truly are at that.
You see, no doubt you’re going to try and impress upon us that you’re going to win because we’re underestimating the two of you and Ginny when in fact you’re nothing more than proving just how big a fucking *hypocrite* you are by doing the exact same thing to us that you’re saying that we’re doing to you and the problem is that no matter the kind of promo you cut, no matter the level of preparation that you put yourselves through…no matter the level of fucking *work* that you two put yourselves through, it still will not be enough when the time finally comes and that bell finally rings because once that bell toils, and it will toil especially for the two of you, then Theron and Ludvig, you’re both going to find out why our respective parents were dreaded in the decades past here in the sport of professional wrestling.
Our parents weren’t the grand legendary heroes of their promotions…no, they were the sadistic bastards that was the rank and file sum of the fucking *EARTH* that could outwrestle, outthink, and most importantly out *BASTARD* their opponents. They were the men who hated to love and loved to hate because they walked that fine, gray line of the Tweeners and they knew it…because that’s who they were.
And yes, no doubt you’ll be licking your chops and gloating about how there is no way that I’m wrestling at a hundred percent after my match against Kimberly Williams…and you’re right, I’m not at a hundred percent.
But then again you’re probably too dense to fucking understand that once I had that last nail pulled out of my body, I was already packed up and ready to get on red-eye flight from where the Retribution pay per view took place all the fucking way to right here in Japan where I wrestled in several stops all across this great country as part of Pro Wrestling Nova Havok in Japan tour and winning *EVERY* match since getting here!!
Yes, every single inch of muscle, sinew strand, joint, and bone *aches* like you couldn’t believe…but Theron…Ludvig…this is what I live for.
This is what the Dope Show *RUNS* on…your pain, your suffering…that is our *PLEASURE*!!
{Chris nods as he bumps fists with his long time friend and faction-mate}
Chris: Before you two boys start evening trying to question our hearts or our dedication, how about you two start by questioning who’s bright idea was it to sign a rematch clause against ME, knowing full well the level of people that I have lurking in the darkest alleys of South Town, eh?
You want to say that you can go around and fuck people up simply because you “can”, Theron? Allow me to introduce you to a team that wishes to test that little fucking “theory” of yours to the ultimate test in an match decided to fuck people up shall we, you pedantic little twat of a man?!
The last time that you and I were in the same ring together, boys, I laid you both out with the help of two young women who the entire lot of you decided wasn’t worthy of being in this division and yet, with them dealing with their own issues, I was able to give them just enough instruction and realization to let them tap into some of that talent that Davey-boy and myself have seen in the girls since we’ve arrived here in SCW. All it took was someone who actually believed in them and what they could do to give them just enough of a real push of faith and look at what they were capable of doing.
They put the two of you flat on your combined asses despite what you assumed about them-that was the level of my faith in them
And now, this week on Breakdown, the Nation is stepping into the ring with members of the Dope Show, two members of the wider Phantom Troupe experience…two men who thrive on producing some of the most exquisite chaos that the two of you will have faced, all of the world, because at Breakdown this week, gentlemen, we might set your collective faces on fire and put them out…with a friggin AXE!!
While I won’t deny that the two of you are tough fighters, I will give you both that much, but you both know full well what I can do in that ring and you’ve seen what my partner can do in that ring…I mean this is a man who gleefully weaponized his own body in his first ever Underground match against Kimberly Williams, and yes-he may have failed in his attempt to claim the Underground championship that may be true…but look how much friggin damage she had to do to him in order to stun him just long enough to win the match.
That’s right, I’m calling it as I sees it and I’m saying that Kimberly Williams didn’t win the match because she was BETTER than Davey boy here…I’m saying that she won the match simply because she got fucking LUCKY!! Plain and Simple!
But at Breakdown, Gentlemen, at Breakdown the two of you are going to have to step into the ring with two men who are more than willing to go blow for blow with you, strike for strike and still grind your fucking bones into the finest powder that the truest freaks all over Europe can truly enjoy, none the less because we are the puryeaors in the most exquisite forms of chaos…THAT is what it means to be a member of this army of the night, Theron and Ludvig baby!! It means that week in and week out, you’re willing to put not only your entire body, but also you’re very career on the line and make yourself ready to goto hell and back to ensure that you get that job done and done in a way that there is no fucking question that if you beat us, then you’ll know to keep fucking respect in your collective mouths whenever you speak of your betters..and despite your claims, you’re not superior than anyone, and you are most certainly not superior than the members of the Phantom Troupe, bruv.
So when the bell rings, gentlemen, either step up and take the beating that you are oh so bloody well deserve…step up and face the Chaos like me…or be sent back like the true dregs you both truly are.
{David nods in agreement with Chris as he thumps his friend on the right shoulder as he turns to regard the camera once again, that serious look as steady as the camera refocuses on him}
David: I don’t have much more to say, EuroNation. Other than at Breakdown, you need to throw all any and all precepts that you are going to have an easy time and simply march into Eden’s Gate with your head’s held high like some kind of conquering heroes because in reality, gentlemen, the only thing that’s truly going to happen is the two of you are going to be laid the fuck out like you’ve never been laid out before and then, then maybe you’ll both learn how to chill the fuck out because this whole false reality of how “you can do whatever the fuck you want simply because you can?”...that will simply be a mere memory.
In the words of a great sage…Because the moment that the bell rings at Breakdown, what you're both going to learn is that our lives hang by a thread and that the two of you are waiting for their sentence...ain't it the truth? As you take your chances with the law, only to find that Justice is a roll of the dice...a flip of the coin...a turn of the wheel of fate..and fate is a very finky bitch.
And come Breakdown, you'll learn that first hand because your fates...those of the European Fiery Nation...is now in the hands of the Dope Show, and we don't play dice!
{The screen then static jumps to black}
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{We are then shown a fourth man with a camera hooked up to a laptop who then nods as he looks over at David and Company}
Man: Everything looks good, boss! I’ll get this shit set up and sent over to the SCW media folks.
{David nods in agreement}
David: Thanks Irvine, let me know when things are done.
{David is about to say something when Chris notices something as a dark skinned woman in a pair of black cargo pants and a white “Wife Beater” shirt walks up and straight to David}
Woman: Hey boss, while you were cutting your promo…someone showed up for you.
David: Really Rachel, who?
{The woman, Rachel, simply points over at a long black car with a pair of stern looking Japanese men in black suits standing next to it to which David simply nods.}
David: Alright then, I guess that answers that question. I’ll be back in a while gang and I’ll see you back at the club.
{David then heads over to the men as the screen then static cuts to an outside shot of a new location-that of a towering skyscraper set against the all enclosing blackness of the night as the following information appears on the screen}
Headquarters of the Shiba Zaibatsu
JR Tokyu Meguro Building
16F, 3-1-1 Kamiosaki
Shinagawa, Tokyo, Japan
{The scene the cuts to the inside of a large meeting room where a respectable young “Salary Man” holds open the door to the room and David Striker is quickly ushered into the room, still dressed in his clothes from the promo earlier, as he approaches the long table that a single occupied chair who’s occupant is turned to face the skyline}
David: So I take it that my proposal has been brought before the board?
{We hear the sound of high heels clacking against tile at which point David turns to see Kimko Shiba, the head of Sports Division for the Shiba Zaibatsu, striding up to him in a respectable black suit}
Kimko: Your proposal has indeed been heard, Mister Striker. And while it isn’t something that we were…expecting, the head of the Zaibatsu has chosen to grant your proposal.
{Kimko then picks something up off of the table and presents it to David in a formal manner which he then takes with the same formality as it is presented to him}
Kimko: What you hold in your hands, Mister Striker, is the official tenth contract with an option for the match to be made a championship match by order of the SCW President and the champion in question. Furthermore, the appropriate waivers have been included and furthermore, once this contract is signed by all parties involved, construction will begin at once.
{David looks down at the black encased packet in his hands and then executes a very deep and formal bow to Kimko which she returns with all due diligence}
David: I can only offer up my most humble and heartfelt thanks, Shiba-sama. I will endeavor to do my best.
Man’s Voice: Of that I have every confidence, Mister Striker.
{David’s eyes suddenly shoot wide open as he hears the man’s voice as he slowly starts to come back up to his full height as the person that occupied the sole occupied chair at the table turn to reveal that it is none other than the head of the Shiba Zaibatsu himself-Marcus Alexander Slayton Senior-his fingers steeple in front of him as he regards David with his cold, ice-blue eyes}
Marcus: It’s not everyday someone is offered a chance to play in Lucifer’s Playground after all. So please…do keep in touch.
{The screen then cuts to black}
David: Hello Superior Championship Wrestling and *WELCOME*...to the Dope Show!!! I am here at the Troupe's home away from home in the JokersBar, right here smack dab in the middle of the heart of Roppangi enjoying a little bit of downtime before the three of us in myself...
{David then thumps the shoulder of Chris}
David:...the Second Generation Man always with the Master Plan in Chris Dumont...and the troupe's newest member in the Bad Man from Lovecraft County....the "Bearded Enforcer"!!!
{David then does the old "Vanna White Wheel of Fortune reveal" pose at the bearded man who simply rolls his eyes before looking at David}
David: This is the "Big Rig" Kyle Gibson!! Say hello, Kyle!
{The camera zooms in at Kyle’s face who simply scowls at the camera which causes it to move back abruptly and very quickly}
Chris: Yeah, Kyle’s not big about talking on camera and who can blame him when you’re six foot five of *MEAN*, right?
David: But MEAN in a good way since he’s the kind of guy that I can trust with my back, just like how the girls had Chris’ back and vice versa at Retribution this past week. And it seems like the EFN or Empty Fucking Nutters, seems to have a rather painful series of bone spurs up their collective asses because a week on from losing to Chris and the Girls, now on this week’s edition of Breakdown they want to try their collective luck by tangling with Chris again… but this time, they will get the double barrel shotgun blast of what Chris *AND* I can do when are tagging in that ring.
And while this will be my THIRD outing in an Underground rules match in as many days, you boys probably assume that I’m not going to be at a hundred percent following my match against Kimberly at Retribution and if I was some normal guy, then you might be right…
But who the hell said that I was any kind of *NORMAL*, eh??
And yes, I might have lost my shot at the Underground championship, but I’m not worried about that because unlike a couple of jokers like you, I’m not a picky bastard and nor do am I going to lose my shit over it…not when I take out my frustrations out of the both of you in the ring in just a few days.
Chris: Well that’s one way of doing things, I guess?
David: While that is one way of looking at things, Chris, that’s not central to the plot or what I nor the Dope Show have in mind for our tag match at Breakdown because you see while the EFN will no doubt be getting ready to cut what they feel is the most epic of promos…with Dakon no doubt trying to be his best Rivethead self while the rest of the group go off and do their own thing, especially since Ludvig apparently hates dealing with the camera.
But perhaps you can tell me something, Dakon. You were so full of confidence in that your team was unbeatable and that you two twats could just go around and do whatever the fuck you wanted too…you were so happy and full of fire bragging about how the girls and Chris here didn’t stand a fucking chance against you in the match because you had every faith in Enigma to do his job in that match…
So tell me, where did that happy fury go when you that bell rung and you got your fucking bell *RUNG* by Chris here right out of the gate, hmm?
Did anything go to fucking plan when you went charging down that tramp at Retribution, eh?
{David’s face adopts a wolfish grin before he reaches up and taps the back of his right hand against Kyle’s chest to which the bearded man raises an annoyed eyebrow at his fellow Troupe-mate}
David: If you tried that shit on Kyle here, he would’ve banished you right into the void without a moment’s hesitation, Theron. You would be jawing at him one second and then wondering why you’re looking up at the fucking lights above the next because just like Chris, Kyle here can go from standing still to kicking your damned fool *HEAD* right off your fucking *SHOULDERS* in two point two seconds flat because Kyle here doesn’t take shit from anyone who isn’t one of the Troupe, pure and simple.
But like I said just a few moments ago, at the pay per view Chris was able to beat you rather handily in a purely vicious style that rattled that Rivethead skull of yours, Theron…so what kind of boasting and bragging do you think will help you when Chris has someone that he’s spent serious time training with, learning the ropes, and how to properly apply chaos with, hmm?
What do you think the end result is going to be when you step into the ring against someone in an Underground match that happily would go to bloody, bloody war with Kimberly Williams once more just to settle the score, eh??
{Suddenly the wolfish grin slowly slips and disappears as the darkly serious look appears on David’s face as he focuses all of his attention onto the camera}
David: Allow me to tell you what that final result is going to be at Breakdown will be, Theron. Yes, the EFN is a proud and tough duo and yes, you are two very capable brawlers but where it comes to being in the ring against two fucking wrestling prodigies, two up and coming second generation wrestlers with the kind of family legacies that Chris and myself are boasting…you don’t stand a fucking chance based on the odds alone, you sad and pathetic little creature.
And the true reality is that you lack the common level of understanding that the Elder Gods *THEMSELVES* gave the common garden snail to see just how unprepared that you and Ludvig truly are at that.
You see, no doubt you’re going to try and impress upon us that you’re going to win because we’re underestimating the two of you and Ginny when in fact you’re nothing more than proving just how big a fucking *hypocrite* you are by doing the exact same thing to us that you’re saying that we’re doing to you and the problem is that no matter the kind of promo you cut, no matter the level of preparation that you put yourselves through…no matter the level of fucking *work* that you two put yourselves through, it still will not be enough when the time finally comes and that bell finally rings because once that bell toils, and it will toil especially for the two of you, then Theron and Ludvig, you’re both going to find out why our respective parents were dreaded in the decades past here in the sport of professional wrestling.
Our parents weren’t the grand legendary heroes of their promotions…no, they were the sadistic bastards that was the rank and file sum of the fucking *EARTH* that could outwrestle, outthink, and most importantly out *BASTARD* their opponents. They were the men who hated to love and loved to hate because they walked that fine, gray line of the Tweeners and they knew it…because that’s who they were.
And yes, no doubt you’ll be licking your chops and gloating about how there is no way that I’m wrestling at a hundred percent after my match against Kimberly Williams…and you’re right, I’m not at a hundred percent.
But then again you’re probably too dense to fucking understand that once I had that last nail pulled out of my body, I was already packed up and ready to get on red-eye flight from where the Retribution pay per view took place all the fucking way to right here in Japan where I wrestled in several stops all across this great country as part of Pro Wrestling Nova Havok in Japan tour and winning *EVERY* match since getting here!!
Yes, every single inch of muscle, sinew strand, joint, and bone *aches* like you couldn’t believe…but Theron…Ludvig…this is what I live for.
This is what the Dope Show *RUNS* on…your pain, your suffering…that is our *PLEASURE*!!
{Chris nods as he bumps fists with his long time friend and faction-mate}
Chris: Before you two boys start evening trying to question our hearts or our dedication, how about you two start by questioning who’s bright idea was it to sign a rematch clause against ME, knowing full well the level of people that I have lurking in the darkest alleys of South Town, eh?
You want to say that you can go around and fuck people up simply because you “can”, Theron? Allow me to introduce you to a team that wishes to test that little fucking “theory” of yours to the ultimate test in an match decided to fuck people up shall we, you pedantic little twat of a man?!
The last time that you and I were in the same ring together, boys, I laid you both out with the help of two young women who the entire lot of you decided wasn’t worthy of being in this division and yet, with them dealing with their own issues, I was able to give them just enough instruction and realization to let them tap into some of that talent that Davey-boy and myself have seen in the girls since we’ve arrived here in SCW. All it took was someone who actually believed in them and what they could do to give them just enough of a real push of faith and look at what they were capable of doing.
They put the two of you flat on your combined asses despite what you assumed about them-that was the level of my faith in them
And now, this week on Breakdown, the Nation is stepping into the ring with members of the Dope Show, two members of the wider Phantom Troupe experience…two men who thrive on producing some of the most exquisite chaos that the two of you will have faced, all of the world, because at Breakdown this week, gentlemen, we might set your collective faces on fire and put them out…with a friggin AXE!!
While I won’t deny that the two of you are tough fighters, I will give you both that much, but you both know full well what I can do in that ring and you’ve seen what my partner can do in that ring…I mean this is a man who gleefully weaponized his own body in his first ever Underground match against Kimberly Williams, and yes-he may have failed in his attempt to claim the Underground championship that may be true…but look how much friggin damage she had to do to him in order to stun him just long enough to win the match.
That’s right, I’m calling it as I sees it and I’m saying that Kimberly Williams didn’t win the match because she was BETTER than Davey boy here…I’m saying that she won the match simply because she got fucking LUCKY!! Plain and Simple!
But at Breakdown, Gentlemen, at Breakdown the two of you are going to have to step into the ring with two men who are more than willing to go blow for blow with you, strike for strike and still grind your fucking bones into the finest powder that the truest freaks all over Europe can truly enjoy, none the less because we are the puryeaors in the most exquisite forms of chaos…THAT is what it means to be a member of this army of the night, Theron and Ludvig baby!! It means that week in and week out, you’re willing to put not only your entire body, but also you’re very career on the line and make yourself ready to goto hell and back to ensure that you get that job done and done in a way that there is no fucking question that if you beat us, then you’ll know to keep fucking respect in your collective mouths whenever you speak of your betters..and despite your claims, you’re not superior than anyone, and you are most certainly not superior than the members of the Phantom Troupe, bruv.
So when the bell rings, gentlemen, either step up and take the beating that you are oh so bloody well deserve…step up and face the Chaos like me…or be sent back like the true dregs you both truly are.
{David nods in agreement with Chris as he thumps his friend on the right shoulder as he turns to regard the camera once again, that serious look as steady as the camera refocuses on him}
David: I don’t have much more to say, EuroNation. Other than at Breakdown, you need to throw all any and all precepts that you are going to have an easy time and simply march into Eden’s Gate with your head’s held high like some kind of conquering heroes because in reality, gentlemen, the only thing that’s truly going to happen is the two of you are going to be laid the fuck out like you’ve never been laid out before and then, then maybe you’ll both learn how to chill the fuck out because this whole false reality of how “you can do whatever the fuck you want simply because you can?”...that will simply be a mere memory.
In the words of a great sage…Because the moment that the bell rings at Breakdown, what you're both going to learn is that our lives hang by a thread and that the two of you are waiting for their sentence...ain't it the truth? As you take your chances with the law, only to find that Justice is a roll of the dice...a flip of the coin...a turn of the wheel of fate..and fate is a very finky bitch.
And come Breakdown, you'll learn that first hand because your fates...those of the European Fiery Nation...is now in the hands of the Dope Show, and we don't play dice!
{The screen then static jumps to black}
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{We are then shown a fourth man with a camera hooked up to a laptop who then nods as he looks over at David and Company}
Man: Everything looks good, boss! I’ll get this shit set up and sent over to the SCW media folks.
{David nods in agreement}
David: Thanks Irvine, let me know when things are done.
{David is about to say something when Chris notices something as a dark skinned woman in a pair of black cargo pants and a white “Wife Beater” shirt walks up and straight to David}
Woman: Hey boss, while you were cutting your promo…someone showed up for you.
David: Really Rachel, who?
{The woman, Rachel, simply points over at a long black car with a pair of stern looking Japanese men in black suits standing next to it to which David simply nods.}
David: Alright then, I guess that answers that question. I’ll be back in a while gang and I’ll see you back at the club.
{David then heads over to the men as the screen then static cuts to an outside shot of a new location-that of a towering skyscraper set against the all enclosing blackness of the night as the following information appears on the screen}
Headquarters of the Shiba Zaibatsu
JR Tokyu Meguro Building
16F, 3-1-1 Kamiosaki
Shinagawa, Tokyo, Japan
{The scene the cuts to the inside of a large meeting room where a respectable young “Salary Man” holds open the door to the room and David Striker is quickly ushered into the room, still dressed in his clothes from the promo earlier, as he approaches the long table that a single occupied chair who’s occupant is turned to face the skyline}
David: So I take it that my proposal has been brought before the board?
{We hear the sound of high heels clacking against tile at which point David turns to see Kimko Shiba, the head of Sports Division for the Shiba Zaibatsu, striding up to him in a respectable black suit}
Kimko: Your proposal has indeed been heard, Mister Striker. And while it isn’t something that we were…expecting, the head of the Zaibatsu has chosen to grant your proposal.
{Kimko then picks something up off of the table and presents it to David in a formal manner which he then takes with the same formality as it is presented to him}
Kimko: What you hold in your hands, Mister Striker, is the official tenth contract with an option for the match to be made a championship match by order of the SCW President and the champion in question. Furthermore, the appropriate waivers have been included and furthermore, once this contract is signed by all parties involved, construction will begin at once.
{David looks down at the black encased packet in his hands and then executes a very deep and formal bow to Kimko which she returns with all due diligence}
David: I can only offer up my most humble and heartfelt thanks, Shiba-sama. I will endeavor to do my best.
Man’s Voice: Of that I have every confidence, Mister Striker.
{David’s eyes suddenly shoot wide open as he hears the man’s voice as he slowly starts to come back up to his full height as the person that occupied the sole occupied chair at the table turn to reveal that it is none other than the head of the Shiba Zaibatsu himself-Marcus Alexander Slayton Senior-his fingers steeple in front of him as he regards David with his cold, ice-blue eyes}
Marcus: It’s not everyday someone is offered a chance to play in Lucifer’s Playground after all. So please…do keep in touch.
{The screen then cuts to black}