Post by David Hunter on Apr 26, 2019 1:07:46 GMT -5
We go to the back halls of the Pure Class Arena. David Hunter is seen walking forward, his destination seemingly clear, with his barbed wire baseball bat over his shoulder. He is still adorned in his dad-chic t-shirt tucked into his blue jeans with a belt.
Eventually, David is approached by Kassandra Black.
Wow. Sometimes life just has a way of flipping things on their side.
Plus she has a mic.
Like an old wild west movie or something in the same vain, I dunno, a lot of westerns are overrated, the two just kinda stare at each other.
It's a solid fifteen seconds before David says something.
David Hunter: Should I be worried that I was approached by you?
At first, Kassandra merely stares at him.
Alas, not hearing herself talk gets annoying pretty fast.
Kassandra Black: David, tonight you followed through on your word. You...destroyed catering, you trashed the locker room, flooding it and breaking a lot of people's stuff, not to mention the broken benches and dented lockers, you...I wanna say tried to have sex on the office of the PCW President...
David can't help but chuckle. He stares over Kassandra's shoulder, reminiscing on the cusp of four minutes he spent in there.
David Hunter: Yeah...that was nice. Broke the shit out of the room too.
Kassandra Black: You sure did. You also helped...probably retire Alexa Black and cost Sicko the main event. Now with all that in mind...
Kassandra takes a few moments to falsely ponder on her next question.
Kassandra Black:...what the fuck is wrong with you?
David looks down at Kassandra, meeting her eyes. The two share a small pout and intense glare respectively.
David Hunter: Rude. But to answer your question, my biological parents died when I was like...three or something, my adopted mom died when I was 10 and I feel guilty because I helped cause it, my adopted father is a piece of shit who abandons his children and wife regularly for wrestling and a new life-long career, and my step-mom is kind of a goth icon that almost got married to a guy probably quadruple her age in a black and white striped suit who's technically dead and can transform into this really fucked up snake.
Kassandra is confused, taken aback by the legitimate answer. Her arm also falls a smidge. David takes the moment of silence to readjust her arm, allowing the mic to come back towards his mouth.
David Hunter: As for tonight, I think I made it perfectly clear at the start of the show. Sicko runs around and destroys people for the sake of wanting a title shot. What repercussion does he get? Not a goddamn thing. So I figure I'd play his game, step into his clown shoes and see how it's like from the view of an evil, psychotic clown. On that aspect, I'll admit, I failed. But the running around and fucking stuff up part, that...that I definitely did.
Kassandra takes the mic back, having regained herself.
Kassandra Black: So all of this was just to get back to Sicko? Why the hell would you want to do that?
David doesn't even bother with the mic. In fact, he takes it from Kassandra's hands and throw it against a nearby wall. He wraps his left arm Kassandra's shoulders. This, obviously, causes her to bunch-up and freeze. David drags her down the halls, closer to the back entrance of the building.
David Hunter: Walk with me Kassandra. You see, in my six months here I've learned that the King of the Underground Title is the ultimate proving ground that somebody deserves...more, let's say. I've held that belt more than anybody, and sure, the timeline is muddled, but for the most part, I ended up with the title at the end of the month. I figure...why the hell should I give up my crown--something I've consistently proven to have earned--when I can continue up the card, still proving why I'm the toughest guy here? Don't get me wrong, you got guys like Kyle Shane or Dominator or Grimm or...I don't know, Rick Majors, I guess, poor bastard, who've shown they deserve the main event spots, I guess, but the problem with that is, they weren't the main event. I was. As the King of the Underground.
The two reach a doorway. It says "PARKING" on it in big red letters.
David Hunter: So as far as I can see, I've already proven that I deserve more. I've already proven that I'm a legitimate main eventer. Tonight I proved that you can run rampant all over the damn place and you'll get what you want. I'm in the Icemann Invitational! In my first year! That's awesome! I'd ask you to clap for me but by this point that'd be under duress.
Kassandra simply nods her head quickly.
David Hunter: Right. So...what else is there to prove? Quite simply: that I am better than everybody else. It's a hard goal, and one I will not take lightly, but after losing to Sicko, I realized that...there's no reason for kiddy gloves anymore. There's no Muscles Malone to shock the world with an upset. There's sure as hell no Tyler Scott to get a screwy win. And Holden and I...we're square. All my Underground chums have grown up and gone on to bigger and better things. Or left. Or retired. So who the hell would I be if I didn't do the same thing?
David leads Kassandra through the door to the parking lot.
David Hunter: In the meantime...I'll be enjoying things as they are, looking forward to what's on ahead. Tonight was merely a test, and one that I'd say I passed with flying colors. Pretty sure I pissed off the locker room though--in some ways literally...
Kassandra scrunches up her face.
David Hunter:...pretty sure Loki's gonna flip when he sees his office and finds what was left there, come what may...
More face scrunching, because obviously.
David Hunter:...and as for the rest of the backstage crew...
They turn the corner, the camera revealing a bunch of vehicles--with windows smashed out. The glass is seen all around them, littering the area near the doors.
But the cornerstone is a black stretch limo, missing the majority of it's windows and covered in dents. There's a big PCW logo on the side. Kassandra's jaw drops as she observes the damage.
Kassandra Black: Is that...?
David Hunter: Yep. Pretty sure that's a least a hefty fine. If I had any spray paint or any modicum of automobile knowledge I'd've fucked with the breaks or something, but I think the message was sent. Oh...and before I forget, I got you a present.
David reaches into his jeans pocket with his free hand. He pulls out a keychain with a fob that has a Mustang logo. He tosses it to Kassandra, who barely catches it.
David Hunter: Consider it an apology or a bribe not to sue me. Whatever floats your boat. In the meantime, I'm gettin my ass outta here before the pitchforks and torches start coming out.
Kassandra looks down at her set of keys. Her eyes widen and a smile slowly starts to form.
Giggling with excitement, she presses the unlock button. The lights on a nearby Mustang blink a couple times. It's a sleek black and looks like it came fresh out of the factory.
Her giggles stop and her face remains a smile, although the mirth in it is fading by the seconds.
The windows on this vehicle--front included--her smashed to pieces.
David pops in over her left shoulder.
David Hunter: For the record, I didn't know specifically which car I got. It was a...white elephant kinda thing and this is what I was left with. It's a nice car. Not paying for the damage yet so maybe wait to get it fixed. See ya babe!
David kisses Kassandra on the cheek before making his exit for good.
The camera remains on her stoically frozen smile, the grip on the key fob getting tighter and tighter. We then fade to black.
Eventually, David is approached by Kassandra Black.
Wow. Sometimes life just has a way of flipping things on their side.
Plus she has a mic.
Like an old wild west movie or something in the same vain, I dunno, a lot of westerns are overrated, the two just kinda stare at each other.
It's a solid fifteen seconds before David says something.
David Hunter: Should I be worried that I was approached by you?
At first, Kassandra merely stares at him.
Alas, not hearing herself talk gets annoying pretty fast.
Kassandra Black: David, tonight you followed through on your word. You...destroyed catering, you trashed the locker room, flooding it and breaking a lot of people's stuff, not to mention the broken benches and dented lockers, you...I wanna say tried to have sex on the office of the PCW President...
David can't help but chuckle. He stares over Kassandra's shoulder, reminiscing on the cusp of four minutes he spent in there.
David Hunter: Yeah...that was nice. Broke the shit out of the room too.
Kassandra Black: You sure did. You also helped...probably retire Alexa Black and cost Sicko the main event. Now with all that in mind...
Kassandra takes a few moments to falsely ponder on her next question.
Kassandra Black:...what the fuck is wrong with you?
David looks down at Kassandra, meeting her eyes. The two share a small pout and intense glare respectively.
David Hunter: Rude. But to answer your question, my biological parents died when I was like...three or something, my adopted mom died when I was 10 and I feel guilty because I helped cause it, my adopted father is a piece of shit who abandons his children and wife regularly for wrestling and a new life-long career, and my step-mom is kind of a goth icon that almost got married to a guy probably quadruple her age in a black and white striped suit who's technically dead and can transform into this really fucked up snake.
Kassandra is confused, taken aback by the legitimate answer. Her arm also falls a smidge. David takes the moment of silence to readjust her arm, allowing the mic to come back towards his mouth.
David Hunter: As for tonight, I think I made it perfectly clear at the start of the show. Sicko runs around and destroys people for the sake of wanting a title shot. What repercussion does he get? Not a goddamn thing. So I figure I'd play his game, step into his clown shoes and see how it's like from the view of an evil, psychotic clown. On that aspect, I'll admit, I failed. But the running around and fucking stuff up part, that...that I definitely did.
Kassandra takes the mic back, having regained herself.
Kassandra Black: So all of this was just to get back to Sicko? Why the hell would you want to do that?
David doesn't even bother with the mic. In fact, he takes it from Kassandra's hands and throw it against a nearby wall. He wraps his left arm Kassandra's shoulders. This, obviously, causes her to bunch-up and freeze. David drags her down the halls, closer to the back entrance of the building.
David Hunter: Walk with me Kassandra. You see, in my six months here I've learned that the King of the Underground Title is the ultimate proving ground that somebody deserves...more, let's say. I've held that belt more than anybody, and sure, the timeline is muddled, but for the most part, I ended up with the title at the end of the month. I figure...why the hell should I give up my crown--something I've consistently proven to have earned--when I can continue up the card, still proving why I'm the toughest guy here? Don't get me wrong, you got guys like Kyle Shane or Dominator or Grimm or...I don't know, Rick Majors, I guess, poor bastard, who've shown they deserve the main event spots, I guess, but the problem with that is, they weren't the main event. I was. As the King of the Underground.
The two reach a doorway. It says "PARKING" on it in big red letters.
David Hunter: So as far as I can see, I've already proven that I deserve more. I've already proven that I'm a legitimate main eventer. Tonight I proved that you can run rampant all over the damn place and you'll get what you want. I'm in the Icemann Invitational! In my first year! That's awesome! I'd ask you to clap for me but by this point that'd be under duress.
Kassandra simply nods her head quickly.
David Hunter: Right. So...what else is there to prove? Quite simply: that I am better than everybody else. It's a hard goal, and one I will not take lightly, but after losing to Sicko, I realized that...there's no reason for kiddy gloves anymore. There's no Muscles Malone to shock the world with an upset. There's sure as hell no Tyler Scott to get a screwy win. And Holden and I...we're square. All my Underground chums have grown up and gone on to bigger and better things. Or left. Or retired. So who the hell would I be if I didn't do the same thing?
David leads Kassandra through the door to the parking lot.
David Hunter: In the meantime...I'll be enjoying things as they are, looking forward to what's on ahead. Tonight was merely a test, and one that I'd say I passed with flying colors. Pretty sure I pissed off the locker room though--in some ways literally...
Kassandra scrunches up her face.
David Hunter:...pretty sure Loki's gonna flip when he sees his office and finds what was left there, come what may...
More face scrunching, because obviously.
David Hunter:...and as for the rest of the backstage crew...
They turn the corner, the camera revealing a bunch of vehicles--with windows smashed out. The glass is seen all around them, littering the area near the doors.
But the cornerstone is a black stretch limo, missing the majority of it's windows and covered in dents. There's a big PCW logo on the side. Kassandra's jaw drops as she observes the damage.
Kassandra Black: Is that...?
David Hunter: Yep. Pretty sure that's a least a hefty fine. If I had any spray paint or any modicum of automobile knowledge I'd've fucked with the breaks or something, but I think the message was sent. Oh...and before I forget, I got you a present.
David reaches into his jeans pocket with his free hand. He pulls out a keychain with a fob that has a Mustang logo. He tosses it to Kassandra, who barely catches it.
David Hunter: Consider it an apology or a bribe not to sue me. Whatever floats your boat. In the meantime, I'm gettin my ass outta here before the pitchforks and torches start coming out.
Kassandra looks down at her set of keys. Her eyes widen and a smile slowly starts to form.
Giggling with excitement, she presses the unlock button. The lights on a nearby Mustang blink a couple times. It's a sleek black and looks like it came fresh out of the factory.
Her giggles stop and her face remains a smile, although the mirth in it is fading by the seconds.
The windows on this vehicle--front included--her smashed to pieces.
David pops in over her left shoulder.
David Hunter: For the record, I didn't know specifically which car I got. It was a...white elephant kinda thing and this is what I was left with. It's a nice car. Not paying for the damage yet so maybe wait to get it fixed. See ya babe!
David kisses Kassandra on the cheek before making his exit for good.
The camera remains on her stoically frozen smile, the grip on the key fob getting tighter and tighter. We then fade to black.