Post by Dylan on Apr 25, 2020 22:33:19 GMT -5
The shot begins outside a small, traditional, kind of chique house in an undisclosed location. The cameraman steps out of his car onto a gravel driveway and begins walking to the house, the crunching of the gravel under his shoes seemingly ever present during this walk, until he steps up onto the deck and knocks on the door. This house is in an isolated place, away from society, an ideal place for a murder or a horror movie. The door creaks open and there is a soft yet annoying tune playing on repeat in the background (the Arkham Asylum intercom chime). The floorboards creak as the cameraman steps into a trophy room off the main hall, focusing on a shelf featuring various championship belts and awards. The cameraman steps out and continues down the hall into a room with a TV on and playing the “Tick, Tock” vignette on a loop. It replays a few times as the camera turns a bit to the side to reveal Dylan Black watching the TV. We watch the vignette through once more before he turns off the TV and turns to the camera. He is wearing business casual pants and jacket, a new Dylan Black T-Shirt, and his GWA International Championship belt around his waist. He puts his classic shades over his eyes and gives a million dollar grin. He takes a breath and begin to speak in his soothing voice.
Welcome to my humble abode, ICW. Now, Monday night on Spectacle, myself and a Mr. Steven Dackle had a confrontation of sorts. We were both scheduled to be interviewed by Mr. Kip Sweet, but his over-inflated ego couldn’t handle waiting a few moments to have his turn to speak. Now, I’m a soft spoken man myself Steven, I let my actions speak for me. It is to my understanding that on the next edition of Monday Night Spectacle, we will be competing against each other. If I remember correctly, you asked what I have done. Well let me tell you a brief history mate.
Black clears his throat and cocks his head to the side in an effort to pop it. He closes his eyes for a few seconds and takes a deep breath, reminiscing in his past. The camera gets a bit blurry and we are somehow being shown the same flashbacks Black is viewing in his mind, seeing some classic matches he had in his career. He narrates what we see.
I’ve been in this industry for a few years now, started working at bingo halls, carnivals, and birthday parties, jobbing out to some of the finest local competitors in Massachusetts, paying my dues. Never got my first break til almost a year and a half ago when I signed a contract with EFF, one of the promotions who was decently big where I worked. So I signed with them, and within a few short months I staked claim as the Inaugural EFF Intercontinental Champion. And boy, did I hold onto that baby for as long as I could. And when I won that, calls started coming in from other companies. WNE, KOW, JCPW, GWA and GWP, to name a few. Anywhere on every continent with a wrestling ring and an adoring fanbase, I went and wrestled there. In Japan, Australia, the UK, as many places as I dreamed. My boyhood dream come true, so to say. Many people sought after one of the most must-see rising stars in the industry that I was and still am to this day, one of the most technically sound and just simply the best pure wrestler to grace God’s green Earth.
Black opens his eyes, thus ejecting the viewers from his mind, and flashes that million dollar grin before speaking again, this time his voice a little rougher than before. His stance and facial expression suggest he is angered by some of the memories. He cracks his knuckles and speaks.
Now Dackle, I sure ain’t a nobody, I’m no pushover, and I suggest you do not take me lightly. Many opponents before you have, and it sure didn’t end well for them. Just ask the man I beat for this championship that is around my waist today.
The GWA International Championship seems to illuminate for a brief second, as if someone shined a light at it.
When we step into the ring against each other, I believe it will be ME teaching YOU some manners and respect; one does not simply deserve my respect, they EARN it. It will be “The Scorpion” vs “The Punisher,” LIVE on Monday Night Spectacle, folks, and Dackle, I will show you why they call me, the Punisher. Now, this is all the time I shall allow you all for tonight. Take care all.
Black flashes that million dollar grin for a third time, and the cameraman walks back out through the creaky house, outdoor where it has begun drizzling. There’s a drip-drop-drip-drop sound from raindrops falling into puddles. The crunching of gravel is now replaced with the squishing sound of mud. The cameraman climbs into his vehicle of choice, a 2016 bullet silver Jeep Wrangler, and drives off, with the cam on the dash facing the road, with Dylan Black’s theme song playing on the radio. As he’s driving through the luscious green forest, the video and audio both begin to fade into black soundlessness. The video ends.