Post by Jason Dave on Aug 23, 2018 18:24:29 GMT -8
Jason Christopher Dave, a name that has been on the lips of many IPW officials and many house show fans. A man who has been seen commentating on the main event of the IPW house shows in a row with “Boy Wonder” Tyler Mitchell. Someone that many seem to be familiar with, but others are left within the shadows emitted from his spotlight, wondering who is this man. This man has taken a situation and created his own spotlight where he’s made his presence felt. Yet, still no match has been announced involving this man. Who is Jason Dave?
From the shadows of the alleyway outside of IPW’s latest house show was this man: Jason Dave, coming from a grey steel metal door leading to tonight's event. A brisk walk with a grin plastered on his face, hands pressed against the insides of his pockets, Jason was heading out underneath a street lamp. He leaned up against it, the cool air from the night brushed against his skin. He reached for his phone in his pocket, pulling it out and began to run through a quick phase of social media checks. A finger tapped his back, startling Jason causing him to nearly drop his phone into the drain below him. He caught it in mid air, stumbled forward a little bit, but gathered himself. He breathed a sigh of relief when he saw it wasn’t someone trying to mug or stab him: it was Mickey Greer, one of the interviewers for IPW. He was still kinda sketchy looking, looking a little bit like a wannabe greaser, but Jason still recognized his face from the IPW website.
“What can I do for you Mickey?”
He put his phone back in his pocket, waving on for Mickey to ask questions, talk to him, do whatever it is he was here to do. Mickey pulled out an old fashioned tape recorder from his back pocket for his journal work. He pressed the record button and nodded at Jason.
“Jason, I am here because I am personally curious with what you have been doing here at these IPW shows.”
“The fuck do you mean?”
“I mean, why have you decided to partake in only commentary work instead of showing your in-ring work?”
“What’d you do pull that from twitter?”
Joshua and other officials from IPW had been recently telling Jason to express himself in the ring rather than sit behind a computer or a twitter handle or at the commentary booth. They weren’t wrong, Jason had taken a relaxing entrance into the company and the roster has been waiting for Jason to put his money where his mouth is.
“Simple…”
He adjusted himself off of the lamp post and took a step towards Mickey, placing a firm hand on his shoulder.
“...I have been nursing some wounds from my other company, EHWF. The home where a large chunk of this roster actually ran away from. They came here and took shelter, looking for a fresh start. It’s only fair that I do the same.”
“What do you mean by that, Jason?”
“Well, I was the company champion before the owner decided to leave on hiatus. He’s a good friend of mine. He’s helped groom me into the man that I am today and it was time to also spread my wings outside of EHWF. I’m a legend over there and in other companies, Joshua offered me a contract and I accepted it. Simply put, I want to be champion much like everyone else does. Everyone here wants to further establish their career and create a legacy for their name, I’m a little different.”
“What makes you different from the rest?”
“Personal issues with the chairman. I’ve already made the roster aware, I don’t need to repeat myself.”
“Can you? For journalism purposes?"
Jason shook his head, clearly frustrated that Mickey was trying to do his job. Jason had never really appreciated the work of journalists because of their pushy behavior and frequent inability to separate personal and professional. Every single one of them was the same.
“Nope. Now, we’re done. I don’t like your kind.”
Jason turned away from Mickey and headed down the street, towards a parking garage. He had parked his car there and was ready to head back, leaving Mickey alone under the lamp post.
OOC: I wanted to do some CD and I started this a couple days ago and I kind of forgot the direction I was going with so I spitballed it cause I didn't want it to go to waste.
From the shadows of the alleyway outside of IPW’s latest house show was this man: Jason Dave, coming from a grey steel metal door leading to tonight's event. A brisk walk with a grin plastered on his face, hands pressed against the insides of his pockets, Jason was heading out underneath a street lamp. He leaned up against it, the cool air from the night brushed against his skin. He reached for his phone in his pocket, pulling it out and began to run through a quick phase of social media checks. A finger tapped his back, startling Jason causing him to nearly drop his phone into the drain below him. He caught it in mid air, stumbled forward a little bit, but gathered himself. He breathed a sigh of relief when he saw it wasn’t someone trying to mug or stab him: it was Mickey Greer, one of the interviewers for IPW. He was still kinda sketchy looking, looking a little bit like a wannabe greaser, but Jason still recognized his face from the IPW website.
“What can I do for you Mickey?”
He put his phone back in his pocket, waving on for Mickey to ask questions, talk to him, do whatever it is he was here to do. Mickey pulled out an old fashioned tape recorder from his back pocket for his journal work. He pressed the record button and nodded at Jason.
“Jason, I am here because I am personally curious with what you have been doing here at these IPW shows.”
“The fuck do you mean?”
“I mean, why have you decided to partake in only commentary work instead of showing your in-ring work?”
“What’d you do pull that from twitter?”
Joshua and other officials from IPW had been recently telling Jason to express himself in the ring rather than sit behind a computer or a twitter handle or at the commentary booth. They weren’t wrong, Jason had taken a relaxing entrance into the company and the roster has been waiting for Jason to put his money where his mouth is.
“Simple…”
He adjusted himself off of the lamp post and took a step towards Mickey, placing a firm hand on his shoulder.
“...I have been nursing some wounds from my other company, EHWF. The home where a large chunk of this roster actually ran away from. They came here and took shelter, looking for a fresh start. It’s only fair that I do the same.”
“What do you mean by that, Jason?”
“Well, I was the company champion before the owner decided to leave on hiatus. He’s a good friend of mine. He’s helped groom me into the man that I am today and it was time to also spread my wings outside of EHWF. I’m a legend over there and in other companies, Joshua offered me a contract and I accepted it. Simply put, I want to be champion much like everyone else does. Everyone here wants to further establish their career and create a legacy for their name, I’m a little different.”
“What makes you different from the rest?”
“Personal issues with the chairman. I’ve already made the roster aware, I don’t need to repeat myself.”
“Can you? For journalism purposes?"
Jason shook his head, clearly frustrated that Mickey was trying to do his job. Jason had never really appreciated the work of journalists because of their pushy behavior and frequent inability to separate personal and professional. Every single one of them was the same.
“Nope. Now, we’re done. I don’t like your kind.”
Jason turned away from Mickey and headed down the street, towards a parking garage. He had parked his car there and was ready to head back, leaving Mickey alone under the lamp post.
OOC: I wanted to do some CD and I started this a couple days ago and I kind of forgot the direction I was going with so I spitballed it cause I didn't want it to go to waste.
