Post by Dylan on Apr 25, 2020 22:38:07 GMT -5
We open outside Manchester Airport, where Dylan Black is seen coming out of Manchester Airport wearing black cargo pants, a black tank top, and his signature shades, and his suitcase as he’ll be overseas for a few weeks with IWC on their UK tour. He frowns while looking up a billboard and shakes his head The camera pans up to see a billboard hyping up the return of Johnny Bulldog to the UK for a debut or return to some wrestling company. He sighs and mumbles something to himself. Black begins to walk down the road, opting not to hop in a cabbie so his fans can get the full on experience. A few fans come up to him asking for autographs, pictures, and the likes, but he gets mostly dirty looks and jeers. They still remember that fateful night, 5 months ago, when he cost their beloved Johnny Bulldog the GWA World Championship. They would always remember, never forget, It’s why ever since Black had no intention of coming to England. At least until now… The feed fizzles to a black screen and goes to a quick commercial break.
The feed fizzles back in from black. The video resumes inside Premier Inn in Manchester, just a few miles from Manchester Stadium. The cameraman is walking down a hall, looking for a door. He passes numbers..
“85, 87, 89, 91, 93, 95, 97 AHA! Here it is. Room 99!”
The cameraman knocks on the door to the room. A few moments pass and the door opens and Black is standing there, fresh out of the shower in just jeans.
“Ah shit, I wasn’t expecting visitors. Give me one moment please, just make yourselves comfortable.”
Black walks into the bathroom and comes out a moment later in a white t shirt, his hair combed back and dripping a bit, and with a smile on his face. He pulls up a chair for himself and for the cameraman and sits down across from the cameraman.
“Alright so what’s up? This like an interview or something?”
“Yeah yeah, just a couple questions for ya, a few moments of your time.”
“Okay well shoot.”
“Well first off, you had a pretty decent debut match on the latest episode of Spectacle against Steven Dackle in a quick match up which ended in you winning via disqualification, thus winning a shot at the Shooting Star Championship in the near future. Can I get your thoughts on the match in whole?”
“Um, it wasn’t exactly what I had in mind for a match. It was back and forth for a bit, I envisioned that so-called “important person” would have the decency to TRY to entertain, TRY to put on a decent match, but his, his uh, “alter ego,” if you will, deemed he needed to try to take me out of commission. Well as you can see, I’m still here. I’ve been through a LOT worse. I have jumped off of cages, gone through multiple tables AT ONCE, I’ve been through alot and I’ve only been wrestling for 3 or 4 years, I’m only 23 years old. He thinks a lowly chair shot could decommission me or something, he’s got another thing coming for him.”
Black gives a hearty laugh and reaches into the hotel room fridge for a root beer.
“I don’t really fancy that weak beer shit that some people on this roster drink. If I’m going to drink alcohol, it’ll be some real mans shit. Of course, I couldn’t bring it overseas with me.”
Black chuckles and nods at the cameraman/interviewer.
“Well, uh, let’s get to the next question, shall we?”
“Yes, lets. Alrighty, soo…. Ah here it is. On the upcoming ICW Pay-Per-View, ‘Castle of Glass,’ you will be taking on 3 men, Sebastian Steele, Danny Ray, and Don White, in a Windshield Match, where the winner will be receiving a pretty sweet blue '81 Camaro. What are your thoughts on this match?”
“Wooo, that sure is going to be a heck of a match. Uh, Sebastian Steele, from what I’ve heard he’s pretty fuckin insane in the ring, a bit reckless and overall a dangerous motherfucker. Danny Ray, I heard what he said about me. He sounds like a down-to-Earth, really cool guy. It’ll be a pleasure facing him in the ring. And Don White, he’s got those Undertaker vibes, he seems alright. This will be a big marquee matchup, nobody will wanna miss out!”
He takes a sip of his root beer and smiles.
“Alright, well next I want to talk about another match on the “Castle of Glass” card, the Glass Floor match between Brett Stenson and Bobby Barrett for the Shooting Star Championship. Now, whoever walks out of this match, whether it be Stenson or Barrett or hell even Duke Kosloff, the Star in the Bank Contract holder, will face you next Monday Night Spectacle with that championship on the line. What do you have to say to whomever wins this match?”
“Well that was quite a mouthful, haha. Well, whoever wins the match, whether it be Stenson or Barrett, I will be waiting and ready for you. And Kosloff, whether you cash in at the Pay-Per-View or after my match next week or anytime after, so long as I’m the champion, I will be ready. You can bet your ass I will be.”
“Cool cool. Well thank you for your time, Dylan Black. I hope yo….. What? Oh really? Well then...“
“What? What is it?”
The cameraman sets down his camera and pulls out his phone and pulls up a video.
“My superiors are telling me to have you watch this.”
“Alright.”
Black watches the video and his expressions go from curiosity to disgust.
“What the fuck. What. The. FUCK! Why the hell is he in ICW? Huh? What the hell?”
Black yanks the camera from the cameraman.
“BULLDOG! WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING HERE, ARE YOU FUCKING FOLLOWING ME? HUH? WELL, SINCE YOU ARE HERE IN ICW, WHY DON’T WE HAVE A MATCH? SHOW THE ICW WHAT WE’RE ALL ABOUT HUH? SEPTEMBER THE 25TH. LONDON FUCKING ENGLAND. THE BULLDOG AND THE PUNISHER. LUCAS RIETER, YOU BEST BOOK THIS MATCH. A BLOCKBUSTER MATCH FOR YOUR BLOCKBUSTER SHOW.”
Black regains his composure, looks into the camera a little more calmly, and says four words.
“God Save the Bulldog.”
*** A few hours later ***
The feed fizzles back in from black. The video resumes inside Premier Inn in Manchester, just a few miles from Manchester Stadium. The cameraman is walking down a hall, looking for a door. He passes numbers..
“85, 87, 89, 91, 93, 95, 97 AHA! Here it is. Room 99!”
The cameraman knocks on the door to the room. A few moments pass and the door opens and Black is standing there, fresh out of the shower in just jeans.
Black walks into the bathroom and comes out a moment later in a white t shirt, his hair combed back and dripping a bit, and with a smile on his face. He pulls up a chair for himself and for the cameraman and sits down across from the cameraman.
“Alright so what’s up? This like an interview or something?”
“Yeah yeah, just a couple questions for ya, a few moments of your time.”
“Okay well shoot.”
“Well first off, you had a pretty decent debut match on the latest episode of Spectacle against Steven Dackle in a quick match up which ended in you winning via disqualification, thus winning a shot at the Shooting Star Championship in the near future. Can I get your thoughts on the match in whole?”
“Um, it wasn’t exactly what I had in mind for a match. It was back and forth for a bit, I envisioned that so-called “important person” would have the decency to TRY to entertain, TRY to put on a decent match, but his, his uh, “alter ego,” if you will, deemed he needed to try to take me out of commission. Well as you can see, I’m still here. I’ve been through a LOT worse. I have jumped off of cages, gone through multiple tables AT ONCE, I’ve been through alot and I’ve only been wrestling for 3 or 4 years, I’m only 23 years old. He thinks a lowly chair shot could decommission me or something, he’s got another thing coming for him.”
Black gives a hearty laugh and reaches into the hotel room fridge for a root beer.
“I don’t really fancy that weak beer shit that some people on this roster drink. If I’m going to drink alcohol, it’ll be some real mans shit. Of course, I couldn’t bring it overseas with me.”
Black chuckles and nods at the cameraman/interviewer.
“Well, uh, let’s get to the next question, shall we?”
“Yes, lets. Alrighty, soo…. Ah here it is. On the upcoming ICW Pay-Per-View, ‘Castle of Glass,’ you will be taking on 3 men, Sebastian Steele, Danny Ray, and Don White, in a Windshield Match, where the winner will be receiving a pretty sweet blue '81 Camaro. What are your thoughts on this match?”
“Wooo, that sure is going to be a heck of a match. Uh, Sebastian Steele, from what I’ve heard he’s pretty fuckin insane in the ring, a bit reckless and overall a dangerous motherfucker. Danny Ray, I heard what he said about me. He sounds like a down-to-Earth, really cool guy. It’ll be a pleasure facing him in the ring. And Don White, he’s got those Undertaker vibes, he seems alright. This will be a big marquee matchup, nobody will wanna miss out!”
He takes a sip of his root beer and smiles.
“Alright, well next I want to talk about another match on the “Castle of Glass” card, the Glass Floor match between Brett Stenson and Bobby Barrett for the Shooting Star Championship. Now, whoever walks out of this match, whether it be Stenson or Barrett or hell even Duke Kosloff, the Star in the Bank Contract holder, will face you next Monday Night Spectacle with that championship on the line. What do you have to say to whomever wins this match?”
“Well that was quite a mouthful, haha. Well, whoever wins the match, whether it be Stenson or Barrett, I will be waiting and ready for you. And Kosloff, whether you cash in at the Pay-Per-View or after my match next week or anytime after, so long as I’m the champion, I will be ready. You can bet your ass I will be.”
“Cool cool. Well thank you for your time, Dylan Black. I hope yo….. What? Oh really? Well then...“
“What? What is it?”
The cameraman sets down his camera and pulls out his phone and pulls up a video.
“My superiors are telling me to have you watch this.”
“Alright.”
Black watches the video and his expressions go from curiosity to disgust.
“What the fuck. What. The. FUCK! Why the hell is he in ICW? Huh? What the hell?”
Black yanks the camera from the cameraman.
Black regains his composure, looks into the camera a little more calmly, and says four words.
“God Save the Bulldog.”