Post by David Hunter on Sept 27, 2019 17:44:25 GMT -5
Backstage, in front of the door to the PCW locker room, we see David Hunter standing against the wall. He is wearing his casual clothes (jeans, black shirt with four animated characters in a band, and converse), having already showered and changed before now.
On his shoulder rests the North American Championship. He has his hands in the pocket of his jeans.
He sniffs once, his head lowered towards the floor.
David Hunter: I'm not proud...of what I had to do tonight. If it was up to me, I never would've been in that match with Razor Blade. But...given the circumstances, I had to adapt.
He sniffs again before finally looking up at the camera.
David Hunter: I've been through a lot these past few months. Not just on television, but also in my real life. So to have it all capped off with having to defeat the one guy in this company I hold actual pride in...well it hurts. It wasn't difficult and it wasn't something I never thought I couldn't do...but Razor Blade was the one guy on this roster I openly embraced. Sure, I find him attractive. Sure, I like the cut of his jib. But to me, Razor Blade represents something that wrestling now-a-days doesn't have.
David adjusts the title on his shoulder.
David Hunter: Pure...raw...innocence.
He looks around the hall, trying to find the right words.
David Hunter: And to be one of the guys to put a hammer to that really pissed me off. Will Razor be fine? Sure. The guy's taken worse shots and kept going, but the point is that I had to go out there and defeat the one guy I never wanted to face.
He shakes his head, wiping his nose and adjusting his title.
David Hunter: But fine. I did it. Congratulations PCW, you've stuck it to me again. Now we focus on the next step...the Deadly Rumble. God...it's really been a year huh? Last year, when I debuted, I thought I did pretty good for myself, all things considered. A year ago I was only in the business for six months or so. Imagine how damn good I'll do now? I've done a lot...but that doesn't mean I won't do more. I've made it clear that my goal is the top. I don't care if it's Kyle or Sick or Dominator or Gerard or Grimm or Stormm...nobody...not a damn soul on this roster is going to stop me from becoming the World Champion.
David cracks a smirk.
David Hunter: In one year I've won the Underground Title three times...I've become the North American Champion...in my eyes, all that's left to do is to cap it off by throwing everyone out of the ring...and then going on to become the new...World...Heavyweight....Champion.
David looks down, shaking his head as if in jest of what he's about to say.
David Hunter: And speaking of Dominator...the way I see it--and this has been the way I do things since I've gotten here--you deserve a rematch for this championship. I'd love to throw down whenever you're ready. I've beaten you before, what the hell's stopping me from doing it again? Certainly not you, if last time is any indication.
As a noise behind the locker room door starts to get loud, David stands up off the wall.
Cameraman: What are you opinions about this new tag team that have recently joined PCW? Jackson Reno and Bret James, South Texas Deathride?
David takes a moment, trying to recollect what the question was. Once he does, the locker room door opens. Holden Ross steps out, his luggage back in tow and title around his waist.
David Hunter: Aren't those the incest porno guys I tried to sign back in May? You know, the ones I wanted to get a sponsorship with but PCW turned it down?
David turns to Holden.
David Hunter: Hey Holden, you ever heard about those North Arkansas Life Lefts?
Holden Ross: Who?
David Hunter: Yeah apparently PCW is doing business with them. I think they're some kind of superfans or something.
Holden turns to the cameraman.
Holden Ross: I thought I told you assholes I don't do solicitations.
David shakes his head in disappointment as the two walk off camera. David picks up his luggage bag from the floor.
David Hunter: I swear, these people have no respect for privacy.
Once the two have walked off, the feed fades to black.
On his shoulder rests the North American Championship. He has his hands in the pocket of his jeans.
He sniffs once, his head lowered towards the floor.
David Hunter: I'm not proud...of what I had to do tonight. If it was up to me, I never would've been in that match with Razor Blade. But...given the circumstances, I had to adapt.
He sniffs again before finally looking up at the camera.
David Hunter: I've been through a lot these past few months. Not just on television, but also in my real life. So to have it all capped off with having to defeat the one guy in this company I hold actual pride in...well it hurts. It wasn't difficult and it wasn't something I never thought I couldn't do...but Razor Blade was the one guy on this roster I openly embraced. Sure, I find him attractive. Sure, I like the cut of his jib. But to me, Razor Blade represents something that wrestling now-a-days doesn't have.
David adjusts the title on his shoulder.
David Hunter: Pure...raw...innocence.
He looks around the hall, trying to find the right words.
David Hunter: And to be one of the guys to put a hammer to that really pissed me off. Will Razor be fine? Sure. The guy's taken worse shots and kept going, but the point is that I had to go out there and defeat the one guy I never wanted to face.
He shakes his head, wiping his nose and adjusting his title.
David Hunter: But fine. I did it. Congratulations PCW, you've stuck it to me again. Now we focus on the next step...the Deadly Rumble. God...it's really been a year huh? Last year, when I debuted, I thought I did pretty good for myself, all things considered. A year ago I was only in the business for six months or so. Imagine how damn good I'll do now? I've done a lot...but that doesn't mean I won't do more. I've made it clear that my goal is the top. I don't care if it's Kyle or Sick or Dominator or Gerard or Grimm or Stormm...nobody...not a damn soul on this roster is going to stop me from becoming the World Champion.
David cracks a smirk.
David Hunter: In one year I've won the Underground Title three times...I've become the North American Champion...in my eyes, all that's left to do is to cap it off by throwing everyone out of the ring...and then going on to become the new...World...Heavyweight....Champion.
David looks down, shaking his head as if in jest of what he's about to say.
David Hunter: And speaking of Dominator...the way I see it--and this has been the way I do things since I've gotten here--you deserve a rematch for this championship. I'd love to throw down whenever you're ready. I've beaten you before, what the hell's stopping me from doing it again? Certainly not you, if last time is any indication.
As a noise behind the locker room door starts to get loud, David stands up off the wall.
Cameraman: What are you opinions about this new tag team that have recently joined PCW? Jackson Reno and Bret James, South Texas Deathride?
David takes a moment, trying to recollect what the question was. Once he does, the locker room door opens. Holden Ross steps out, his luggage back in tow and title around his waist.
David Hunter: Aren't those the incest porno guys I tried to sign back in May? You know, the ones I wanted to get a sponsorship with but PCW turned it down?
David turns to Holden.
David Hunter: Hey Holden, you ever heard about those North Arkansas Life Lefts?
Holden Ross: Who?
David Hunter: Yeah apparently PCW is doing business with them. I think they're some kind of superfans or something.
Holden turns to the cameraman.
Holden Ross: I thought I told you assholes I don't do solicitations.
David shakes his head in disappointment as the two walk off camera. David picks up his luggage bag from the floor.
David Hunter: I swear, these people have no respect for privacy.
Once the two have walked off, the feed fades to black.
