Post by David Hunter on Mar 22, 2022 18:14:04 GMT
David Hunter is lying on the hood of Jack's car, staring up into the blue sky.
He can hear the sounds of Jack himself struggling behind him, working with a couple of Paradox's employees to move some stuff out of the warehouse.
With a sigh, David begins to speak.
"Let's talk Pure.
You see, me and Holden...we come from what I like to call a 'purer class of wrestling.'
It's not just a catchy pun, it's true. The two of us ran PCW around with Gerry as Pandæmonium. We had our own tag titles. We made the whole place wish they could stop us.
But Pandæmonium was only a part of our time there.
And me, in particular?
Well...I was, and am, know as King of the Underground.
You see, the Underground division was a hardcore style division where the main goal was to use whatever you could to batter and beat your opponent until they stayed down for three seconds.
I was the only man to hold the crowd as its king three times.
Which means...that unlike some other people who call themselves 'pure', I am actually, quite possibly, the most suited performer in this match, Holden withstanding.
Speaking of whom, hey Holden, how's it goin buddy? Nice to be in the same place again.
Both of us know that there's something more important than friendship on the line here, so let's beat the shit out of each other, drop our blood in that ring, drain it into our buckets, and then go have a beer afterwards.
Cool?
Cool.
So now that the pleasantries are out of the way, let's talk about Wendigo.
Who the fuck is Wendigo?
She's terrifying, sure.
Horrifying, maybe.
Cold?
Now that was just a pun...
But she's also caught-up with causing violence more than she is winning. So she might make us bleed and hurt, that's fine. There's plenty of both to go around, share the love, but it's uncontrolled.
Me?
I'm the King, baby.
Controlling violence is what I do.
So she can try and maim me all she wants. Hell, try and maim Holden, good luck with that one.
But she has to drag us to the buckets to win, and something tells me titles are a bit low on her radar.
But I'm not here to wax poetry about an unknown, as my final opponent put it.
Nah, let's talk about Max.
Hey Max, ya fucker.
Been a while, hasn't it?
I hope things aren't too cushiony for you up in AW. I know things can be a bit tough when you're getting your ass knocked out and booed out of an arena.
Hopefully a return to form is in order, now that you ever really had experience with hardcore stylings.
But you're a 'pure' wrestler, right? Please, I've been smashing people with my fists, elbows, forearms, and kicks since I started wrestling.
At a much younger age than you, not that age is any real factor for you.
So with my trust barbed wire bat by my side and whatever other shit I can find in the arena, my goal is the same as it always is.
Retain my throne.
Regain a crown.
Become the King once again.
Though this time, it's certainly more prominent than 'underground.'"
Jack approaches him then, slapping the hood of his car.
"We talking CU:LT?" he asks.
"Yeah. You gonna be there?" David asks.
"That was the plan," Jack says.
"Good," David.
"Help me out here for a bit," Jack orders. "We're falling behind and Paradox is turning into a pain in the ass. The sooner we get this shit cleared out, the sooner we can get with Jaune."
He can hear the sounds of Jack himself struggling behind him, working with a couple of Paradox's employees to move some stuff out of the warehouse.
With a sigh, David begins to speak.
"Let's talk Pure.
You see, me and Holden...we come from what I like to call a 'purer class of wrestling.'
It's not just a catchy pun, it's true. The two of us ran PCW around with Gerry as Pandæmonium. We had our own tag titles. We made the whole place wish they could stop us.
But Pandæmonium was only a part of our time there.
And me, in particular?
Well...I was, and am, know as King of the Underground.
You see, the Underground division was a hardcore style division where the main goal was to use whatever you could to batter and beat your opponent until they stayed down for three seconds.
I was the only man to hold the crowd as its king three times.
Which means...that unlike some other people who call themselves 'pure', I am actually, quite possibly, the most suited performer in this match, Holden withstanding.
Speaking of whom, hey Holden, how's it goin buddy? Nice to be in the same place again.
Both of us know that there's something more important than friendship on the line here, so let's beat the shit out of each other, drop our blood in that ring, drain it into our buckets, and then go have a beer afterwards.
Cool?
Cool.
So now that the pleasantries are out of the way, let's talk about Wendigo.
Who the fuck is Wendigo?
She's terrifying, sure.
Horrifying, maybe.
Cold?
Now that was just a pun...
But she's also caught-up with causing violence more than she is winning. So she might make us bleed and hurt, that's fine. There's plenty of both to go around, share the love, but it's uncontrolled.
Me?
I'm the King, baby.
Controlling violence is what I do.
So she can try and maim me all she wants. Hell, try and maim Holden, good luck with that one.
But she has to drag us to the buckets to win, and something tells me titles are a bit low on her radar.
But I'm not here to wax poetry about an unknown, as my final opponent put it.
Nah, let's talk about Max.
Hey Max, ya fucker.
Been a while, hasn't it?
I hope things aren't too cushiony for you up in AW. I know things can be a bit tough when you're getting your ass knocked out and booed out of an arena.
Hopefully a return to form is in order, now that you ever really had experience with hardcore stylings.
But you're a 'pure' wrestler, right? Please, I've been smashing people with my fists, elbows, forearms, and kicks since I started wrestling.
At a much younger age than you, not that age is any real factor for you.
So with my trust barbed wire bat by my side and whatever other shit I can find in the arena, my goal is the same as it always is.
Retain my throne.
Regain a crown.
Become the King once again.
Though this time, it's certainly more prominent than 'underground.'"
Jack approaches him then, slapping the hood of his car.
"We talking CU:LT?" he asks.
"Yeah. You gonna be there?" David asks.
"That was the plan," Jack says.
"Good," David.
"Help me out here for a bit," Jack orders. "We're falling behind and Paradox is turning into a pain in the ass. The sooner we get this shit cleared out, the sooner we can get with Jaune."