Post by David Hunter on Sept 23, 2019 19:11:16 GMT -5
David Hunter appears on camera. He finds himself posted in front of an ocean. He is leaning against the railing of a boardwalk. He is wearing a black shirt with a bright, yellow moon shaped like a heart on it. He is also wearing blue jeans and converse. The North American Championship is over his shoulder. He is also wearing shades.
“The time has come—dammit, Ronaldo, I told you to watch for Onion!” he starts.
The camera fumbles a bit, but is caught before it hits the wood below. It is reset to David is the only one seen.
“Sorry sir. Sour Cream! Keep your little brother under control!” a grainy voice calls out.
A young man in a blue hoodie with tall white hair walks over. He reaches below the camera, picking up a small boy under his arm.
“Sorry about that. Come on Onion…” the young man says.
“Ronaldo, keep your eyes posted. The sooner I get this done, the sooner we can move on and you can get your information,” David says.
“Got it sir,” the grainy voice—Ronaldo—says.
David takes a few moments of rolling his shoulders before starting again.
“The time has come.
I can spend a year and a half talking about Razor Blade. Talking about…how handsome he is. How his muscles glisten in the spotlight. I could take about how much heart he has. I could talk about how…damn…proud I am that he was able to hold that Underground Championship. I could go on…and on…and on…
…before eventually I have to realize the truth.
You see…on Trauma…the one thing I didn’t want to happen…happens. I, David Hunter…the North American Champion…takes on my bae, my boo…Razor Blade.”
David takes a few moments to lower his head, looking towards the ground in something resembling respect.
Behind him, a blue-skinned woman flies down from the sky with wings resembling water. She perches on the railing next to David. She sits down, the wings disappearing.
David doesn’t notice.
“There comes a time in every man’s life where he has to accept the turning point for what it is. I could preach on and on about how I’m the best, how I deserve this championship, how I’m going to go on to do great things, but the fact of the matter is…there will be always be that one crutch that keeps me down.
Razor Blade…I’d be lying if I said that this match…is going to hurt me. Because despite whatever infatuation I have with you…and whatever pride I feel for you…I’m going to have to do some things to you that I am going to regret.
It’s…it’s part of this business. It’s why we’re were. To win, to succeed, to prove why we’re here.
Razor I do not want this match. Unknown…help me…”
David takes his shades off, folding him in the collar of his shirt.
“…I do not want this match. I want you to know that, straight up. But it’s the hand we were dealt. And it’s unfortunately, the hand I have to play.
And while I know you’re gonna be packin that full house, Razor, you don’t realize that I’m packin a straight flush….right here.”
David pats his championship a couple times.
“This is not an Underground Match, but Razor, you have to realize, that just like you, I came up that way. So yeah, you can focus on Holden all you want, that’s fine…but when it comes to me? I’m sorry…but I can’t hold back. I can’t have mercy. Not even on you.”
While David continues, a black crow flies down from the right. It lands on the railing to David’s left.
David doesn’t notice.
“And I want you to do the same. Give me your all. Give me everything you got! Don’t hold back! Because I want to beat you when you are at your best!
Because make no bones about it Razor, you are not walking away the winner here, You can have all these dreams, all these aspirations, all these goals, but when I am at my best, and trust me, I am at my best, there is nobody who can beat me. From Dominator, to Kyle, to Sicko, I’ve eliminated them all. And Razor, you can think all you want to about it, but you…you’re just not in their league.
Don’t get it twisted, I’ll always be proud of you. I’ll always have respect for you. But at Trauma…I can’t treat you any different than anybody else.
And when we go toe-to-toe in that ring…all I can do…is apologize…for all of the hurt…and all of the pain…I’m going to put you through.
So I’m sorry…for beating you.
And that? That…you can believe.”
David turns to his right, where he sees Lapis—the blue-skinned woman.
“What the hell are you doing here?” she asks.
David shrieks, turning to his left where the crow shines a white light before transforming into Qrow.
“Hey,” he says.
David shrieks once more, turning towards the camera.
“And cut!” Ronaldo shouts.
Once again, David shrieks, albeit this time he falls over the railing of the boardwalk. We hear a splash as the camera comes closer.
“Sir!” Ronaldo yells.
Qrow, Ronaldo, and Lapis all glance down over the railing to see David splashing around in the ocean below.
The camera cuts off soon after.
“The time has come—dammit, Ronaldo, I told you to watch for Onion!” he starts.
The camera fumbles a bit, but is caught before it hits the wood below. It is reset to David is the only one seen.
“Sorry sir. Sour Cream! Keep your little brother under control!” a grainy voice calls out.
A young man in a blue hoodie with tall white hair walks over. He reaches below the camera, picking up a small boy under his arm.
“Sorry about that. Come on Onion…” the young man says.
“Ronaldo, keep your eyes posted. The sooner I get this done, the sooner we can move on and you can get your information,” David says.
“Got it sir,” the grainy voice—Ronaldo—says.
David takes a few moments of rolling his shoulders before starting again.
“The time has come.
I can spend a year and a half talking about Razor Blade. Talking about…how handsome he is. How his muscles glisten in the spotlight. I could take about how much heart he has. I could talk about how…damn…proud I am that he was able to hold that Underground Championship. I could go on…and on…and on…
…before eventually I have to realize the truth.
You see…on Trauma…the one thing I didn’t want to happen…happens. I, David Hunter…the North American Champion…takes on my bae, my boo…Razor Blade.”
David takes a few moments to lower his head, looking towards the ground in something resembling respect.
Behind him, a blue-skinned woman flies down from the sky with wings resembling water. She perches on the railing next to David. She sits down, the wings disappearing.
David doesn’t notice.
“There comes a time in every man’s life where he has to accept the turning point for what it is. I could preach on and on about how I’m the best, how I deserve this championship, how I’m going to go on to do great things, but the fact of the matter is…there will be always be that one crutch that keeps me down.
Razor Blade…I’d be lying if I said that this match…is going to hurt me. Because despite whatever infatuation I have with you…and whatever pride I feel for you…I’m going to have to do some things to you that I am going to regret.
It’s…it’s part of this business. It’s why we’re were. To win, to succeed, to prove why we’re here.
Razor I do not want this match. Unknown…help me…”
David takes his shades off, folding him in the collar of his shirt.
“…I do not want this match. I want you to know that, straight up. But it’s the hand we were dealt. And it’s unfortunately, the hand I have to play.
And while I know you’re gonna be packin that full house, Razor, you don’t realize that I’m packin a straight flush….right here.”
David pats his championship a couple times.
“This is not an Underground Match, but Razor, you have to realize, that just like you, I came up that way. So yeah, you can focus on Holden all you want, that’s fine…but when it comes to me? I’m sorry…but I can’t hold back. I can’t have mercy. Not even on you.”
While David continues, a black crow flies down from the right. It lands on the railing to David’s left.
David doesn’t notice.
“And I want you to do the same. Give me your all. Give me everything you got! Don’t hold back! Because I want to beat you when you are at your best!
Because make no bones about it Razor, you are not walking away the winner here, You can have all these dreams, all these aspirations, all these goals, but when I am at my best, and trust me, I am at my best, there is nobody who can beat me. From Dominator, to Kyle, to Sicko, I’ve eliminated them all. And Razor, you can think all you want to about it, but you…you’re just not in their league.
Don’t get it twisted, I’ll always be proud of you. I’ll always have respect for you. But at Trauma…I can’t treat you any different than anybody else.
And when we go toe-to-toe in that ring…all I can do…is apologize…for all of the hurt…and all of the pain…I’m going to put you through.
So I’m sorry…for beating you.
And that? That…you can believe.”
David turns to his right, where he sees Lapis—the blue-skinned woman.
“What the hell are you doing here?” she asks.
David shrieks, turning to his left where the crow shines a white light before transforming into Qrow.
“Hey,” he says.
David shrieks once more, turning towards the camera.
“And cut!” Ronaldo shouts.
Once again, David shrieks, albeit this time he falls over the railing of the boardwalk. We hear a splash as the camera comes closer.
“Sir!” Ronaldo yells.
Qrow, Ronaldo, and Lapis all glance down over the railing to see David splashing around in the ocean below.
The camera cuts off soon after.
