Post by Dylan on Apr 23, 2020 11:47:06 GMT -5
22-04-20
Undisclosed Location
Generic Area where I RP
We open on Dylan, sitting in the same suit from his last press conference. A small pedestal sits in front of him, the CW World Heavyweight Championship sat neatly on the red velvet top.
Dylan: Allow me to offer my compliments to you, Jefe. You are the master of long-term planning. When CW was brought to life, you had a thought seeded into that tiny, quick-thinking mind of yours. A thought of self-doubt; you knew that one day, someone would be able to defeat you, for this title here. And you knew, that you were too incompetent to be able to reclaim what you'd lost. You created the infamous "Lickass Championship," and handed it off to me. Tried to seed an alliance with me, made sure you owned me. You lost the title soon after, and what did you do? Push me to reclaim your title. In your name, for Champoon' Wrasslin.
Dylan: And here we are, now I have the title and you've mustered the courage to earn your way back up the card. But you didn't come alone, did you? Your little "Eyetology" crew will be backing you up. You probably think that turns the tide to your favor. The odds are insurmountable for me.
He shrugs.
Dylan: Nothing is impossible, you and the Job Squad?
Dylan brushes dirt off his shoulder.
Dylan: Easy.
He leans in, a serious look on his face.
Dylan: But what makes you think you have the right to challenge for my belt, Jefe? So what that you won a battle royale. You're possibly the least qualified person on this roster to be earning a title shot. I'd rather be in one of those, how'd Stan put it, realm splitting matches against Dylan White or Analme. At least those pale imitations have a shred of talent. But what has Jefe really done for CW? HE DIED! Now, as significant as that may sound, he died at the hands of somebody from DESTINY WRESTLING, who we were having a global feud with. YOU DIED BY THE ENEMIES HAND, DISAPPEARED WITHOUT A TRACE, AND ABANDONED THE BRAND.
He slams his hand on the pedestal, and the championship falls over.
Dylan: And while you took your deserved, shameful exile, I was here protecting the brand name. I beat Viper and conquered the Champion brand, and kept your name alive. I almost won the X*Crown while repping the brand, if that bitch Maverick didn't cheat to win.
He shakes his head.
Dylan: I've done more for this company then you could ever POSSIBLY hope to achieve! CW is only where it is today because of MY wrestling genius(and a certain someone-someone's storytelling ability ).
Dylan: Jefe, you don't deserve shit. Not this title, not this company. And certainly not the time I've been spending on these promos, helping promote this match and company. Come Vision III, you can consider yourself my new favorite toy, Jefe.
Leans in with a devilish smirk.
Dylan: I always enjoying playing with my playthings before Annihilation.
Fade to Black.