Post by Dylan on Apr 25, 2020 22:42:35 GMT -5
Inside a local Manchester gym at about 4am on Monday, September 11th, we find Dylan Black working out, training hard for his match. He is currently doing monkey bars 20 feet in the air and under him, in between himself and his safety net, is a large sheet of glass. If he slips, he falls through the glass and potentially ruins his chances at Castle of Glass and his entire career. He know’s he’ll have to be in top physical condition for this match, so he is training harder than ever and upping the ante and circumstances for his work outs, top notch physical conditioning. He’s never fought these 3 men before and he doesn’t know what to expect. He finishes the monkey bars and hops to the ground and his trainer meets him on the ground with his bottle of Powerade.
Black drinks half the bottle of Powerade and grins.
“Joe, Joe. It’s all completely necessary, and you know me. If you ain’t taking it to the limit, you ain’t doing shit. You gotta push yourself, which is what I always do.”
“The last time you pushed yourself like this, you cracked a few ribs and got a concussion while doing football drills with no safety gear.”
“Like I said, if you ain’t pushing hard, you ain’t doing shit.”
“Heh heh heh, alright Black. Let’s head over to the bench press.”
They both walk over to the bench press. Joe loads up the weights and Black mentally prepares himself.
“250 lbs?”
“Well fuck that weighs more than me. Sure, why not?”
“Alright.”
Black begins bench pressing, doing 4 or 5 sets with Joe spotting him. After the sets they put away the weights. Black drinks the rest of his Powerade.
“Christ Rules Christ, Black, that’s the third one today. You’ll be pissing like a bull later on.”
“Eh, but it’ll be worth it. I think I’ll do the cross fit and cardio before the show on Wednesday.”
“You’re already in top-notch physical condition Black. You really don’t have to but there ain’t no convincing you otherwise, eh?”
“Nope. I'll drive on back to my hotel. We’ll speak soon Joe.”
"Alright, Dylan. See ya tomorrow?”
“Right right.”
As Black walks outside to his car, he notices his car has been damaged. The headlights and tail lights are smashed, one tire is slashed, the windows are shattered glass, and keyed into the side of his car are five words.
“The Bulldog always bests you.”
Black phones the authorities and reports the vandalism. He sighs.
“Well fuck this I’ll walk back to the hotel. No way I’m waiting around for things that won’t happen for hours.”
Black begins trekking on back to the hotel. Along the way many people hiss at him, hurl insults his way, and a few even throw trash at him. He ignores this all and keeps on walking. He publicly apologized for screwing their beloved Bulldog, but can’t they just move the fuck on? Black is sure the UK in general hates him, he never had the best of luck with Brits. He finally makes it back to his hotel, walks into the bathroom and shuts the door behind him. As the shower begins to run, the video fades to black.