Post by David Hunter on Oct 26, 2018 14:44:47 GMT -5
The camera finds itself backstage, opening up a door that reads "MEN'S LOCKER ROOM" in black letters.
Once the door opens, the camera and its man step inside. David Hunter is the first person seen. A few unnamed wrestlers are littered around getting dressed, but the camera focuses on David.
David throws his Hawaiian shirt into his bag. He then tosses his barbed wire baseball bat into the locker nearby. The loud clang echoes in the space.
"What do you want?" David asks.
David doesn't look up. He just continues going through his bag. The cameraman doesn't say anything until David looks up.
"Yes, you, with the camera, what the hell do you want?" he asks.
This time, the cameraman is quick on the uptake.
"David Hunter, tonight you competed in the 666 Match for the Underground Title. Unfortunately, you did not walk away the winner. What are your thoughts following its conclusion?" he asks.
David rolls his eyes before taking off his elbow pads.
"My thoughts are pretty obvious: I'm pissed. Yeah, at Muscles Malone of all (BEEP)ing people. That ass-clown walking away with the gold. Ironic, huh? The least likely to win in a brawl with anybody in that match...walks away with it all. I'd be disappointed in it if I wasn't so pissed at everything else," he says.
David puts the elbow pads on top of his bag before sitting down on a nearby bench and untying his boots.
"Yeah, I can't blame Malone. He won fair and square, but if he thinks this little revival trip of his ends tonight, than the big man with the little twins better watch out. Even if it's not my ass going after him, I can guarantee Holden's ten times as pissed. The guy lost his title to the straight Dan Fierce. How much is he gonna want a piece of Malone?"
Once the boots are untied, David places them inside the locker with the baseball bat.
The cameraman speaks up once again, "David, next week, a match has been booked between you, Holden, and Malone for the Underground Title. With that in mind, do you have anything else to say?"
David removes his knee pads, placing them on top of his bag with its elbow brothers.
"Besides the fact that I don't take second chances for granted? Well...I'll keep this brief because there's still plenty of time until then, but I know Holden's gonna be tougher now that he's fighting to regain it, so I guess that means I'll have to follow suit. As for Malone? I'll admit, I underestimated the bastard."
David throws his hair back, standing up to look towards the cameraman.
"But only once. There's less distractions in this match, so my goal is much more streamlined. My quota stays the same, my game plan stays the same, only thing that changes is how hard I fight."
David looks around for a bit before focusing back on the camera.
"Now unless you want to post this to Pornhub, I'd recommend you leave. I'm about to take a shower and I'd prefer not to have nudes posted this early."
"Thankyouforyourtime," the cameraman hastily spits out.
The camera cuts out just as David grips his wrestling tights.
Once the door opens, the camera and its man step inside. David Hunter is the first person seen. A few unnamed wrestlers are littered around getting dressed, but the camera focuses on David.
David throws his Hawaiian shirt into his bag. He then tosses his barbed wire baseball bat into the locker nearby. The loud clang echoes in the space.
"What do you want?" David asks.
David doesn't look up. He just continues going through his bag. The cameraman doesn't say anything until David looks up.
"Yes, you, with the camera, what the hell do you want?" he asks.
This time, the cameraman is quick on the uptake.
"David Hunter, tonight you competed in the 666 Match for the Underground Title. Unfortunately, you did not walk away the winner. What are your thoughts following its conclusion?" he asks.
David rolls his eyes before taking off his elbow pads.
"My thoughts are pretty obvious: I'm pissed. Yeah, at Muscles Malone of all (BEEP)ing people. That ass-clown walking away with the gold. Ironic, huh? The least likely to win in a brawl with anybody in that match...walks away with it all. I'd be disappointed in it if I wasn't so pissed at everything else," he says.
David puts the elbow pads on top of his bag before sitting down on a nearby bench and untying his boots.
"Yeah, I can't blame Malone. He won fair and square, but if he thinks this little revival trip of his ends tonight, than the big man with the little twins better watch out. Even if it's not my ass going after him, I can guarantee Holden's ten times as pissed. The guy lost his title to the straight Dan Fierce. How much is he gonna want a piece of Malone?"
Once the boots are untied, David places them inside the locker with the baseball bat.
The cameraman speaks up once again, "David, next week, a match has been booked between you, Holden, and Malone for the Underground Title. With that in mind, do you have anything else to say?"
David removes his knee pads, placing them on top of his bag with its elbow brothers.
"Besides the fact that I don't take second chances for granted? Well...I'll keep this brief because there's still plenty of time until then, but I know Holden's gonna be tougher now that he's fighting to regain it, so I guess that means I'll have to follow suit. As for Malone? I'll admit, I underestimated the bastard."
David throws his hair back, standing up to look towards the cameraman.
"But only once. There's less distractions in this match, so my goal is much more streamlined. My quota stays the same, my game plan stays the same, only thing that changes is how hard I fight."
David looks around for a bit before focusing back on the camera.
"Now unless you want to post this to Pornhub, I'd recommend you leave. I'm about to take a shower and I'd prefer not to have nudes posted this early."
"Thankyouforyourtime," the cameraman hastily spits out.
The camera cuts out just as David grips his wrestling tights.