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Matthew Davis vs David Davenport; Hardcore Match
Topic Started: Feb 4 2008, 06:42 PM (115 Views)
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David Davenport
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[align=center]~* The scene opens in a well lit room. 'I'm A Cloud' by Boy Hits Car can be heard playing in the background as the sound of shaking metal mixes in. The camera travels down a hallway paved with photos of ECW Originals. Rob Van Dam can be seen in on photo holding the WWE Championship at One Night Stand in 2007. A photo of Terry Funk and Sabu wrapped in barbed wire can be seen on the opposite wall. Both walls are covered with ECW memorial photos dating back to the start of the ECW's existence. Suddenly, the camera slows down and gradually turns into a wide doorway to the right to reveal a small gym with a wrestling ring in the middle and surrounded by carts holding random items such as chairs and tables as well as a few exercising equipment. Inside the ring is where the action is, however. Laid out in the middle of the ring is a crash dummy that's been wrapped in sand paper with the grainy portion facing outwards. David Davenport is now seen perched on one of the turnbuckles. His eyes locked onto the crash dummy consumed by sand paper. The eyes of the 'Self Proclaimed Chair Swingin' Nightmare' are not the friendly light sky blue they most commonly are. In fact, his eyes seem to burn with a mixture of hatred and disapprovement as he stares down at the lifeless entity upon the mat. Without a warning, Davenport leaps from the turnbuckle recklessly and pulls his hands to his ankles. Quickly, he jerks his hands above his head and pulls his ankles away, forcing his body to plummet to the thing that will guarantee pain. As the impact of the leap happens before the camera, the force of David's fall causes both him and the dummy to bounce off the mat. David rolls over to the furthest corner of the ring from the dummy as blood drips from his bare chest. Several crimson dots can be seen pumping out the nector of life that pulses within his fleshy being. The camera shifts back to the dummy, attempting to figure out how sand paper did somehting like this to a man. The lense zooms in to reveal that it wasn't just sand paper that David had driven his body onto. Ripping through the paper, in nearly every covered portion of the dummy, is a barb covered with a fine crimson coating. Apparently, David had hidden the barbed wire that was wrapped around the dummy beneath a few layers of sand paper in order to create a rather torturous device. The camera panes back to David as he pulls himself up to his feet with little difficulty. Thought he is breathing hard, it seems as if David is debating on whether torturing his body to a further degree. Suddenly, David's voice gently begins to speak as he continues to stare down at the dummy. *~


"I can't believe it. The effort I put into my debut match... The dedication I had to training for that Slaughter House of a match... Near pointless. All that and I go and tap out after Christ locked in his Sweet Dreamz. Well..."

~* The camera jaggedly zooms in on Davenports face as he continues speaking. *~


"...today's a new day! And that means a new chance to prove my abilities!! So, Mr. Davis, that means you have to deal with a man who wants to gain back the dedication he once had from the people who make HCW tick. That means you'll be locked in with the wolf who was so close to having his fangs wrapped around the neck of his prey only to be sedated and brought to a damned zoo!! Matthew Davis, you are the only thing that stands between me and domination. Domination that I must obtain to prove that I am not mere talk. Going by your Jail Cell match on Hell's debut, its safe for me to assume that you plan on doing the same to me as you did Pitbull. Unfortunately for you, there are no bars to aid you. Then again...what kind of match are we going into? Oh that's right...A HARDCORE MATCH!!!! No DQ, no ropebreak, nearly no rules!! Now if you'll take a look at HcW. com, you'll realize this is my specialty! Oh, and don't worry. I didn't overlook the fact that it might as well be your specialty too. No, in fact, I've more than taken that into factor. In fact, I've done a small bit of research on you. I didn't pry into your past or anything to that nature, its not my style. I just read up on your profile is all. For instance, you like tables, right? Guess what, so do I. Wait, let's not get caught up on our similarities just yet. Let's hit the differences. Let's see how I plan on ripping you apart."


~* The camera zooms out slightly as David takes a shallow breath and lets his hands rest by his side as small trials of blood flow down his abdomen and soak into the waistline of his pants. *~


"Davis, your more or less a monster. A demon of the foulest kind, if you don't mind my saying so. You thrive on manhandling others. Most likely, you'll overwhelm me with sheer power alone. Then again, I have a few things you don't. Speed. Dedication to the fans. And a creative mind that will allow me to come at you from nearly any angle...with...or without the use of a weapon. You may scare some people, hell, I'll even admit you scared the shit out of me when you had your way with Pitbull, but that doesn't mean I fear you to such an extent that I plan on running out of that arena as soon as your face pops up. Not at all. In fact, its because of that fear I'm more than happy to get in the ring with you! I'm the kind of guy who enjoys the feeling of terror. And Davis, by all means, you install a grave amount of terror in my veins. Its just unfortunate for you that I prefer to bash the things that go 'bump' in the night rather than ignore them. I've got tables, I've got chairs, I've got the ring itself!!! This is my equivalent to 'a child in a candy shop'. The shop is the ring and the candy is all the beautiful forms of steel that are just in reaching distance! Obviously, you'll be at home as well in this match. So that means...that the ratings will soar!! Two men, one ring. One animal instinct. Kill. The unchained bear versus the starving wolf. Who will win? Brute power in the form of a supposedly unstoppable monster of a man? Or the starving wolf in the form of a man seeking to prove his worth to the masses? Only one man can walk out of that slaughter house of a match, Davis. One man. And I aim to do everything in my power to be that man!! I have no thought in my head that allows you to walk away with another victory, Davis! No scenerio that I've played out where your able to walk out of that ring on your own! I plan to do to you just as you did to Pitbull...AND THEN SOME!!! I'm not just doing this to get a win, by all means no! I'm doing this to give the fans what they want! What they pay to see!! As a man who respects whom had to starve for the sake of a one Christ, I know what it feels like to be deprived of what you so want!! But I'm not one to complain. I'm one to take action! I'm feeding those men and women with the bloodshed, the tears, the shear gore factor they so starve for while at the same time fueling my own stomach with a feast of godly proportions! Davis, I'd call you a friend, but I think that word has no meaning to a man of your stature. How about I just call you...'Death'? Seeing as how it seems to follow you in one form or another. So, Davis, Death, tell me you plan on bringing the same dish you served to Pitbull to the ring on Hell as well as a more elaborate one so that I don't have to endure the people don't have to endure the same old taste of your last match? In other words, if your barbaric mind can't comprehend the words emitting from my bass-like voice, I want you to try AND KILL ME!!!!"


~* The camera zooms out further so that all of David can be seen. His blood still drips as his face twists in rage. *~


"I want to feel the same pain Pitbull did. I want to face the horror of a man that you were in that cell! I want you to do everything you can to break my body in half..no...pieces! Do everything you can to bring my life to and end!! You know why? Because that's the kind of mindset you'll need to have to even have a chance at winning! Just because I tapped out in my first match and you won yours by tap out doesn't mean you'll have an easy win, Davis!! I have something that I lacked before and that 'something' is pure aggression!! I lacked the aggression needed to claim a victory in that five-way dance, but now...now I have that aggression I so needed. I have the confidence in my own ability to take you down, as well as any one else who thinks they can show their face in our match just to get a bit of hype for themselves!! There will be no mercy, Davis. There will be no walls to hold us in. There will be no other person to distract you from me! There will only be the brute of a bear and the starving wolf! And, unlike the bear, the wolf has a pack. Davis, Death, do you know the name of my pack? No? You should. You heard their voice screaming all night after all. Davis, the pack that I hunt with, the pack that will help me take your ass down, is none other than the fan's themselves!!! Their words speak louder than action, but when their voice seems feint I'll be there to take the action to raise their volume to its peak!!! The Chair Swingin' Nightmare promised his pack a feast...and he aims to please the craving they still carry."


~* The camera fades to the HcW logo as Davenport barks out his last few words. The Chair Swingin' Nightmare made a promise to his 'pack' that he now vows to complete. Will the starving Superstar make his name known by beating down the beast that is Matthew Davis? Or will the behemoth shatter the words of the Hardcore maniac before the hundreds of HcW fan's that he so vowed to? *~



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OOC Note/Disclaimer: Congrats to all this past weeks winners, and to those whom didn't win you guys n gals still did one heck of a job. Can't wait to see what this week brings. Once again good luck Double D. **PLEASE READ THIS NOTE** This rp contains scenes of day dreaming which involve flash backs into Davis's past up to this point. The flashbacks may take place at anytime or anyplace throughout the rp(flash backs will all be done in blue text). This rp has swearing, crude comments, and such and so forth. If it bothers you please be forewarned.


[[Foward-Chapter 5 The Unlikely Reunion]]It's always said to keep your friends close and your enemies closer, but what happens when both prove to be one and the same? Monday Night Hell we once again saw the unholy alliance form between Matthew Davis and Glen Greeney to everyone's shock and awe. What happened to the blood bath that had been expected? Was there more to the story? In the end was their a change of heart? Also in the same night we saw the victorious return of Matthew Davis in one of the most brutal matches in past history for the HCW. Unfortunately there's no rest for the abnormal messiah, and the journey continues.

We find ourselves in a bar, ((crack)) the break of balls on a billiards table pierces through the bar. ((Thud)) Someone dropped a ball into the pocket. The local clientele within the bar ranges from grungy to worse. Smoke from a multitude of cigerettes fill the air, causing clean air to become very scarce. The scene turns point of view to the bar keep and two men seated around him. The one man has a shot glass while the other has a bottle of beer. The two men seem to be in an exchange of words.

' The Evil Mastermind ' Glen GreeneyI just wanted to make sure you and I are on the same page. I know what I did was...

' The Tormented Soul ' Matthew DavisListen Glen I understand and I agree. I had lost sight of my vision, I lost sight of what I wanted...what I wanted to do. You had to do it.

' The Evil Mastermind ' Glen GreeneyExactly you had gotten soft, you began to feel compassion...that wasn't something we needed. I had to teach you a lesson...just like a father would do for his...

' The Tormented Soul ' Matthew DavisGlen lets get one thing straight, I trusted you once like a friend...like a father but it wont happen again. Your lesson came at an expensive cost.

' The Evil Mastermind ' Glen GreeneyAfter last night I think it was a lesson well worth the cost. I saw a side of you that had been missing since you took on Kyle Cross. That's the rage I began to see slip. I saw that you started to fall behind....

Matthew begins looking elsewhere, he holds a facial expression as if he's thinking about something else.

' 6th Grade English Teacher ' Ms. SteckI'm a little afraid for young Matthew, he seems to be falling behind the other students. And instead of accepting the help I've offered he seems to have given up on catching up. If this continues he most certainly will fail...but even far worse will not succeed in gaining the most out of his education. And if this happens he very well could fall behind for good and never recover from it.

Matthew seems to come back a bit into the conversation as Glen is still talking.

' The Evil Mastermind ' Glen Greeney...and we'll return to the top; the very top. Matthew...Matthew are you listening to me?

' The Tormented Soul ' Matthew DavisYeah the top, I heard you. I had to get refocused...and now I've got to stay focused. Same thing you told me a while back. You seem a bit worried that one day I'll forget our plan and snap.

' The Evil Mastermind ' Glen GreeneyWell in all fairness you aren't exactly the poster boy for calm reaction.

' The Tormented Soul ' Matthew DavisLast time I checked that was the reason you picked me...you tried grooming me...you still need me. That ability to get what I want without any remorse or any regret.

' The Evil Mastermind ' Glen GreeneyI never said I didn't like it, hell I looove it, but it's not exactly always a safe enviornment for me to be around you.

' The Tormented Soul ' Matthew DavisAnd yet you're still here...damn Glen you're a saint.

' The Evil Mastermind ' Glen GreeneyI've been called many things...but saint isn't one of them. We both know I need you and a part of you needs...

' The Tormented Soul ' Matthew DavisI don't need you...I've never had anyone.

Again Matthew gets that same distant look on his face.

' Mommy Dearest ' MaryYou no good, worthless, ungrateful little boy. How dare you talk to your step father like that. You should just be thankful that he puts up with your ass, the other father couldn't. He left me because of you. Now that I think about it you should just be greatful to have me, if it wasn't for me you'd never have even been here...

' Tiny Torment Tot ' Matthew DavisIf it wasn't for you I wouldn't have to put up with this hell of a life.

' Mommy Dearest ' Mary[/u]Well if you don't like it there's the door. I don't need an ungreatful son here anyways. It'll save me money.

The mother opens the door and Matthew shakes his head waking out the door


Matthew seems to come back from his lucid frame of mind, Glen seems a bit puzzled.

' The Evil Mastermind ' Glen GreeneyHey Matthew that's the second time that has happened, what's going on? You ok?

' The Tormented Soul ' Matthew DavisYeah I'm fine, I've just got a lot on my mind.

Matthew reaches on the bartable and grabs his cigerettes, he takes one out of the pack and lights it. Matthew takes a puff and releases a bit of a sigh with the smoke.

' The Evil Mastermind ' Glen GreeneyAlright well I have to get out of here, I have some work that needs to finished up.

Matthew gives a bit of a nod and Glen gets up from his barstool. Glen walks out of the scene.

' The Tormented Soul ' Matthew DavisHey one more on the table.

The barkeeper drops another shot of vodka into a glass, he slides the glass down to Matthew. Matthew takes the shot. Matthew begins talking as if someone is there with him.

' The Tormented Soul ' Matthew DavisDo you see these people? Do you understand their mindset? Their thoughts aren't worried about being considered the strongest, worried about striking fear into those in the establishment, hell none of them care who can take the most punishment...all they want to do is make it. The majority will all return home to loving families after they release a bit of stress. They don't have time to be worried about goals, all they think about is not fucking up...something that I've done a lot of it seems. I've never been a good enough son, I've never been a good enough student, and it seems I couldn't even keep my emotions in tact. Do I seem unstable to you?

' Keepin em flowing ' BarkeeperWell honestly...just a bit.

' The Tormented Soul ' Matthew DavisOf course I'm unstable, who wouldn't be? The life I've led, the people who've crossed my path...they made me this way not myself. I'm not some kind of animal to be viewed in the zoo, someone who will be a pure beast with no compassion and yet that's the image portrayed of me. It's unfortunately something I've become used to. I'm used to being called a freak, a creep, lazy, useless, reject, or anything else you can throw at me. Words are just that, people will always run their mouth about anything.

' Keepin em flowing ' BarkeeperSure buddy whatever you say.

' The Tormented Soul ' Matthew DavisI'm not talking to you, I'm talking to them...

' Keepin em flowing ' BarkeeperUhm buddy, theres only you and me....seems you're a bit batty too.

' The Tormented Soul ' Matthew DavisNo I'm talking to all the ones who've ever doubted...who never cared...who never believed...the ones that have lived a life like mine and depend on me.

' Keepin em flowing ' BarkeeperOoooh, I think I'm going to cut you off now.

The barkeeper walks away while making a "he's looney" expression on his face.

' The Tormented Soul ' Matthew DavisYes my life has been filled with failure...atleast in the eyes of others. And in a lot of ways I can't blame them for seeing it that way. Hell the one thing I promised to do I let down on...I fell behind...but this isn't something I'll give up on. No I wont let them down, I'm their comfort...THEIR MESSIAH!

Matthew takes another puff from his cigerette, he holds the smoke in and it releases from his nose. Matthew shakes his head and then laughs.

' The Tormented Soul ' Matthew DavisFor the first time in three years I returned to my journey. I went into battle unsure of myself, and unsure of my cause. How foolish I was. Again in front of my eyes I began to see my destiny fall into place. And I realized nothing will stand in my way. Something changed when I was in the cell, I didn't become a monster...I became myself. I remembered who I am, I became someone who started to run from their past...but I finally re-embraced it. It's the past that makes the man, not the man forcing his own future.

Matthew puts out his cigerette and drops it in his empty shot class.

' The Tormented Soul ' Matthew DavisThis Monday my journey to the promised land continues, and it goes through a man many people think will take me down; someone who enjoys physical pain...no someone who embraces it. This man even causes pain to himself. And I'm the crazy one, I'm the one who doesn't fit in; I'm the problem with society...the intellegance of the media believers never cease to amaze me. I can't help but think that while this is a whole new match this is just another case of de javu, here stands another person new to the scene. Here's someone who assumes he's ready for bigger and better things. More importantly here comes another who thinks they'll get in my way.

Matthew gets up from his barstool and walks out of the bar, the sun has gone down but there is enough light by the moon. Matthew rests against the wall of the bar before lighting another cigerette.

' The Tormented Soul ' Matthew DavisDavid, how I like your spirit. You thirst for pain, you lust for voilence; but there's just one problem. There's no purpose for what you do or why you do it. The goal you have is to be the best, and you claim to enjoy violence but when the time came you couldn't use your best asset to your advantage. Pain is what makes you tick and yet you couldn't embrace it to your best intrest. It seems the words coming out of your mouth are all lies. David you don't thrive on pain, you cave to it. Now ever since I found out it was you that would try and hold me back, I tried figuring out what it was that holds you back? Why would you just cave to the pain when all we heard was how much enjoyment that comes out of it. The only reason I could come up with is that you're mind is clouded. There's nothing that you treasure...nothing that makes your eyes glimmer when you think about it...NO DAMN PURPOSE.

Matthew takes another puff from his cigerette and bounces the back of his head off the wall, while releasing the smoke.

' The Tormented Soul ' Matthew DavisI could waste my time telling you how brutal this match will be, but that'd be for not. I could even sit here and talk about how I'm going to punish you unmercifly...but I'm sure there'll be enough of that from everyone in the buisness. This isn't a match about pain, this is just a stepping stone on the way to finishing my race, to proving that the kid who isn't perfect truely can be in his own right. This may feel like hell for you but I'm the damn messiah to so many who count on me, this is my fate...UNDERSTAND this is my destiny and I'll be damned sure there wont be anyone or anything that can rewrite it.

Matthew walks off while tossing his cigerette butt to the ground.
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We hear groaning, screams of pain throughout. A sense of urgency to find who's screaming in agony. We find ourselves staring at a man curled up holding his leg. The man screams again. He hears the sounds of people coming and pulls himself to his feet. Once uncurled from holding his leg, we see that it's our own local hero Matthew Davis. A few men come up running in to check on the matter.

' HCW Official 1 ' BobMatthew are you alright? We heard you all the way down the hall.

' The Tormented Soul ' Matthew DavisYeah I'm fine I just rolled my ankle a bit.

' HCW Official 1 ' BobBut you're bad knee is bent to remove the pressure...it's actually on your ankle.

' The Tormented Soul ' Matthew DavisI told you it's my damn ankle.

' HCW Official 1 ' BobOk...well we'll be down the hall if you need anything.

The men shake their head and walk away. Matthew waits until they go out of sight and falls back down to his ass. He lets out a light sigh and clinches his leg again.

' The Tormented Soul ' Matthew DavisI can't let them know I'm a damaged comodity still, that's not who I am. I can't let Glen know that I'm not the same person that I once was. Though he should be the last person who's dissapointed, it's his own damn fault that I'm in this position. Truth is though that I've never been the same.

Matthew again cringes in pain holding his leg

' The Tormented Soul ' Matthew DavisSomedays seem better than others, but the days that it's bad...it's bad. I've just got to stick it out, I have to become like my opponent this week; no I have to be better than him. I have to truely embrace pain to survive. Every week it'll get worse, and every week I'll need to embrace the mentality of a wounded dog. The dog will always overcome, it wont give in...the bite just becomes worse when you provoke it, when you injure it. Monday I will continue on my journey whether I have to limp on or not. I wont be stopped. This is my destiny, this is my life.

Matthew stretches out the bad knee, he grabs a cigerette out and lights it.

' The Tormented Soul ' Matthew DavisI can't give in to what my body wants. My soul wont let me do it. I have to walk into this match against someone who thrives on pain, someone who tried to make me out to be the monster. But I must ask who's the monster? Someone who wants to inflict pain just because, or someone who has to inflict pain for the better good? No one in this country looked down and said our country men were monsters for leaving the oppression of England, no one from this country thought we were monsters for fighting in two World Wars...they did what was needed of them. They killed and beat for the better purpose. You know who's a monster...the Hitlers, the Saddams, or even the Stalins of the world...THEY KILLED AND MAIMED BECAUSE THEY COULD. You David are the monster in this world.

Matthew takes a puff from his cigerette and releases a sigh; still resting his bad knee.

' The Tormented Soul ' Matthew DavisYou are just like everyone else David, slinging insults at me without looking on your own life. It's people like you that reminds me of my life and why I do what I do. You see I don't enjoy having to leave people in my path, just like a parent doesn't enjoy correcting their child. This Monday you will become my child. This Monday you become just another sacrifice on the quest of abnormality. Prepare to meet the Messiah!
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[align=center]~* At first there is merely silence. Seconds later the sound of a deep, barbaric roar shatters the atmosphere. Clips of David Davenport flash randomly as the roar continues. Clip after clip passes on the screen before suddenly stopping on a right side view of Davenport. *~


"Can you feel it pulse?"


~* Again, clips flash at random before stopping again of a left side view of Davenport. *~


"Can you smell its sweet toxins?"


~* For a third time, clips flash rapidly. This time stopping on the front view view of Davenport. *~


"I can. Its beating within me. To the sound of a silent drum. Its toxins drifting through the air and swiftly down my lungs. Do you know what it is? Do you? Of course you don't. You haven't lived through it. You haven't been granted the experience...yet. Hehe, its only a matter of time before you get a glimpse of what I now speak of. Just a matter of time... Its still beating. Still playing to the tune of the silent drummer. Still drifting into my lungs...filling them. Take a guess. Come on. You know you want to. Guess. Guess as to what I speak of. Assume you know me. Pick out what you believe my words to be based around. Is it death? No. Victory? Still no. Blood? Gore? Chaos? Rebellion? Will? Again, still no. Here's a hint. You carry it with you, no matter who you are. We all suffer from it. We all fight with it. Against it. Our lives would not be complete without it. Did you figure it out yet? Good, good. That's it. Pride. Pride fills my lungs with its tempting smell. Pride plays to the beat of the unheard drummer within my being. Pride. Pride that's formed by you, the people. Pride that's managed to stay secluded since the beginning of my existence. Its out in the open now. Emitting from my pores like sweat from a hard day's work. Its overflowing from me. Poisoning the air around me. Tainting everything in my head. That pride has unlocked a caged wolf. Released him from captivity and allowed him to control his own path. Can you guess what that wolf wants? Food. Its starving. It's been without food since day one and it can't resist the sweet nectar of life that shall stand before it. It wants out. It wants to feast upon worthy prey. One week ago this wolf was barricaded from sinking its fangs into anything more than a millimeter. Now...now this wolf can bare its gorgeous fangs around the neck of its new found prey. Cruelty? No. This is only nature. The wolf seeks out its meal, weakens it, then strikes for the kill. The wolf merely wants to survive by any means. If that means that something should die for it to live on, than so be it. The wolf has no care. As long as it, and it's pack, survive. Weaken the prey, clash steel against bone, stain wood with blood, silence a heart with barbed wire. Wait for the opportune moment to strike. Follow the prey, cautiously. Wait for the first mistake...then strike with all your might. Go in for the swift and savage kill. Eliminate the threat and feast upon the aftermath. A feast for myself. A feast for the pack. A feast for each and every one of you. The wolf has been let loose. The bear shall die in youth."


~* For a final time, clips rapidly play as the scene fades to the HcW logo. *~
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