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Spooky Doom, stylin' on the streets of Seattle with his brand new IWF shirt worn over the usual sleeveless V-cut hoodie (also, fanny pack since we're doing this outdoors). Peek under the hood: a mask etched with infernal green flames stares back at you. Talk about glad? He's relieved: flashing a thumbs up as the camera approaches. It's cool clear skies on a beautiful April morning as we're strolling by Fairview avenue north, the entire Pacific ocean serving as our backdrop.
"Hey guys it's the Spooky Doom back in action again, headed your way at the Moss Bay event center to smash some faces in and claim whatever souls pop out! Not gonna lie, it's been a while since I stepped inside the ring but you guys are in for a treat: you get to see what the Deadkid is all about."
Sly smile from a satisfied lil' luchador. Let's take a second look at the kid: he's young and he's somewhat short but wide shoulders belie a level of commitment to the gym not found in your usual cruiserweight. What I'm saying is that the dude has some serious muscles creeping through his strange uniform. Speaking of which, what kind of wrestler fights in a freakin' hoodie? Spooky Doom, that's who. He's the devil in white, the tight hood hugging onto the black flame-etched mask, possibly stitched to it too. Probably had the hood pulled off during many a match until he found the solution.
"Now let's face facts; I don't know what a Johnny Niles does but I'm sure it never crossed any undead Grim Reapers of wrestling before. You know, cuz we leave our mark in this business wherever we go. Some of us are remembered as the best pure striker in the game. Some of us dabble in MMA. Some of us shoot lightning bolts out of our fingertips; okay, I'm sorry, that was all the same dude. Me? I can't teleport in the dark just yet, but ain't no one has the skillz I bring inside the ring."
Smirks. Five foot seven inches tall and carries himself like Kanye West. Undead luchador Kanye. All he needs now are shutter shades over the mask. He doesn't let up on the mic either.
"So I haven't actually wrestled since a while, sue me. I'll just have to prove how crazy good I am on my own. I'm getting an opportunity to display my skillz on the national stage and that's all I ever needed to make the "Undead Superstar" moniker ring true. Do I need to know anymore about Johnny Niles? Well I'd appreciate, but the answer is no."
Allow the "Undead Superstar" to avail himself with a sip from his water bottle as he further addresses the issue.
"See, it's not a question of taking anyone lightly and it's not a question of me being "cocky" or any other label you wanna stick on me; it's a question of me doing what I do best and people falling down on their backsides as a result, usually for the count of three. And it's not like I targeted Johnny Niles here for some grim retribution by way of nethereal dissolution or anything like that, hell naw!"
Still, he is searching for motivations at this point. Picking his words carefully, Spooky Doom offers the following explanation, "Before they show Vizi vs mumbling Mateo, I wanted to show what true talent looks like and what it actually does when it's used for good. I know some dudes just say they're perfect over and over and call it a night; yeah, no, that's not me. When I joined the IWF, I was hoping I could make a difference somewhere down the line."
Close-up from the camera, putting us face-to-mask with the supernatural grappler. "Or I could just beat someone up, get a paycheck and come back next week for more of the same. Unlife is what you make of it, as they say. But I guess you've figured out from the rugged dress code (always in this stress mode) that I'm more than just this cool attractive dude that get's all the money because of how easy I make this look. I choose to take on this legacy where you have to lock another guy inside a casket to win the fight. I've got real serious-minded stiffs in the family watching over me. What I'm trying to say is that wrestling means so much more to me."
He chuckles, realizing himself how ridiculous his situation is. "The deal with pro-wrestling is that there's SO MANY extremely talented people compared to any other sport. No serious, just listen to them all! Now I'm not one to assume anyone would ever lie about their skillz, but fact of the matter is that talent alone only gets you so far in this bizness. Me? I'm fighting for a cause, and don't ever confuse a fighter with a purpose with someone merely talented. And please don't answer: "my cause is being the best in the world" because that s*** is weaksauce and everyone knows it."
"I'm gonna kick ass, take souls and rock n' roll. Starting with Johnny Niles and going through the rest of the world. Cuz I'm good at what I do. And I actually enjoy my job. And I'd like to think that makes all the difference between me and everyone else who thinks they do a sweet huracanrana. But never mind this s***, I've got souls to claim in the IWF!"
Fade out under the Seattle sun, Spooky Doom raising his hand up in a devil horn as we take our leave.