Post by Dylan on Apr 25, 2020 22:56:53 GMT -5
September 20, 2017
Dylan Black comes backstage from an epic match at a show local to where he's currently located. A cameraman runs up with a camera and mic in hand and says "Management for ICW wants you to say a few words about your upcoming match on Spectacle." Black nods and takes a deep breath, puts his sunglasses on his forehead, and looks determinedly into the camera.
Black flashes a million dollar smile, winks, and begins to speak.
Black: "So first up, we got Duke Kosloff, some wannabe Russian mobster who thinks he’s the shit because Reiter is letting him beat on whichever punk he wants here in ICW, while letting him be in his little gang of people who are so terrible they gotta be in the boss’s pocket to get anywhere. You think just because (impersonates Enzo Amore here) your 7 foot tall and ya can’t teach that means anything? News flash; it doesn’t! You can bring all the fire you want but in the end every fire burns out and this little ball of rage inside will seep dry and you’ll barely be able to keep up with the real athletes in the ring with you, ya hear?”
His voice gets a bit raspy as he continues on through this promo segment
Black: "Alright, next up we got a Mr. Danny Ray. Danny, imma be straight up with ya. You were just a lucky guy in the right place at the right time. We all know in reality it should be ME shipping that Camaro back to the states with me. But hey, it’s cool, you won. Don’t fret, because next time we face off, your luck will run out. You will be the wrong man, in the wrong place, at the wrong time. Ya hear?”
He takes a sip of his water and he looks dead into the camera, and you can see the fire in his own eyes burning brighter than ever as he begins to talk about the final guy he wishes to speak on.
Black: “And that leaves me with Johnny Bulldog. Johnny, FUCKING Bulldog. I swear, everywhere I go you follow me around, like a little puppy who wants to play or a parasite on me. Listen man, we’ve known each other for a long, LONG time, but back the fuck off. Seriously. You’re gonna end up with more than you could ever bargain for. Will our legacy continue? Yes. But let it go at it’s own pace; provoking me will lead to the untimely demise of your godforsaken career, and if it’s at my hands, oh boy! That would be such a pleasure to end your career. It’s due time I put ya down for good, Ol’ Yeller. Your time has passed, and now I shall surpass your ‘great’ legacy. I honestly should stuff you in a pram and shove ya down a flight of stairs. Yes folks, that’s how much ill-will is between us.”
Black scoffs and rolls his eyes back into his head, giving a devilish grin, and resumes speaking when his eyes return to their normal state.
Black: “And while we’re on the topic of this Rumble, let’s talk about The Champ That Runs The Camp, the Ace That Runs The Place, Mr Jack Diamond, the guy whose name comes from two different playing cards! Like seriously, how unoriginal can ya get with a name like that? I mean sure, he has the opportunity to become a Grand Slam Champ of ICW this upcoming episode of Shattered Glass, but let’s be honest. How many people will care? Week in and week out we get “Good Boy Jack” who comes in, wins his matches, says his prayers and takes his vitamins, and when someone’s in a pinch, he swoops in like some comedic hero and saves us all from the bullshit beatdowns that A.) the people probably deserve, and B.) it’s be funny as fuck to watch. But eh, you’re as real as that Diamond ring on your girl’s finger, eh? Why would a Joker like Jack need a women, when he’s practically got the whole world in his hands. Fuckin beats me.”
Black scratches his head quizzically, shrugs, and continues on his rant.
Black: "Folks, the point is, no matter how many men are across the ring, no matter how many "legends" *makes quotation marks with his hands* or “OG’s” of ICW I am fighting, the fact of the matter is Dylan Black is the future, the future is NOW, and I will ALWAYS comes out on top. There are 5 Commandments of life as a wrestler. #1.), Thou Shalt Not Kill. #2.), Thou Shalt Not Steal. #3.), Thou Shalt Not FUCK With The Duh-Duh-Duh-Dudleys [pop from crowd outside]. #4.), Thou Shalt Not Provoke The Beast Incarnate [boos from the crowd]. AND #5.), THOU SHALT NOT UNDERESTIMATE THE PUNISHER!"
Dylan Black drops the mic, walks backwards with his arms outstretched, and yells "SEE Y’ALL NEXT MONDAY ON MONDAY NIGHT SPECTACLE BAYBAYY!! PUNISHER OUT!" as the crowd chants “PUN-I-SHER! PUN-I-SHER! PUN-I-SHER! PUN-I-SHER!” The scene fades out to black.
September 21, 2017
Joe: “Black, you’re very much improved from when we first began training. Still a bit spotty, but you’re young, you’re learning. You have much to learn, and you’ve already learned quite a bit. That’s why I brought in a technically-savvy star like your bud Dynamite here.”
Black grumbles and rolls his eyes a bit.
Dynamite: “Hey kid, you ain’t still mad I beat ya for the EFF Intercontinental Championship, are ya? Well, anywho, you have unbound potential, there ain’t no denying that. Shoot, I reckon someday you may finally beat me cleanly *winks and smiles* Now listen, I’m nearly been wrestling as long as you’ve been alive so you could pick up a thing or two from the old guy like me. Hell, I’ve picked up a few things from you, believe it or not. The main thing you have got to focus on is defense. You know that saying ‘The best defense is a good offense’? That isn’t necessarily the case. You leave yourself open a lot of times and you’ll need to keep yourself protected at all times. Now, you’re fantastic offensively, very technically sound, and every mic you such melts into gold in your hand. I think, so long as you can keep the pressure on Bobby, and then keep the pressure off you until it’s you and one other guy, and then as the modern kids say, ‘Go freakin’ ham on him.’ “
Black laughs and half-assedly punches Dynamite’s arm, not in a fighting way.
Black: “Yeah yeah, I get what you’re saying, I do believe a good offence is good, but I will work on improving my defensive techniques. Thanks man.”
Joe: “Alright, now you two are gonna go back in the ring, and Dynamite, you’re gonna go full offense on Black, and Black, you’ll just have to defend yourself from his onslaught, alright lads?”
Both Black and Dynamite nod and climb into the ring, with Joe watching. Joe counts down “3...2...1... GO!” and Dynamite starts going all out on Black, swinging fists and hitting him with everything he’s got, and Black is defending as best he can. However, there are some cracks in Blacks armour, and Black, resilient as he is, can only take so many of these. The veteran Dynamite, knowledgeable as he is, takes advantage and focuses on those spots where Black’s “armor” is most vulnerable and aims his assault there. Black starts to come to the realization what he must do and changes up his defensive game, forcing Dynamite to have to change up his offense. Eventually, Joe calls Dynamite off of Black.
Joe: “See Black? Now THAT’S what I was talking about when I said to play defense. Now, when you’re in the ring against a competitor in a legitimate match, no one can call them off ya. Of course, you’ll be going on the offensive as well and not strictly defence. But well done.”
Joe hands both men a bottle of icy cold water and they all sit on a bench. Black pours some of the cool, cold water over his head and turns to the other two men.
Black: “So.. do you guys think that I am ready? To face a competitor like Bobby Barrett, and then compete in the Royal Rumble-esque match?”
Joe: “Do YOU think you’re ready? Needing others approval/opinion shows self doubt.”
Black: “Well I believe in myself. I know I can take on Bobby and the rest of the roster. I’m confident in my abilities. What do you guys think tho?”
Joe: “Confidence in yourself is good. I believe if you play it smart, you can win it.”
Dynamite: “Agreed, play smart, a little heelish, keep away from everyone else until you need to get in on the action. I know you can win this. I’ve got faith in you bud *fist bumps Black* Well, I got a match back in Arizona tomorrow so I need to catch a flight outta here ASAP. Good seeing yall.”
Dynamite walks out of the gym and leaves Joe and Black alone. Joe turns to Black.
Joe: “So… what was that phone call about the other night? From the night when you were on the special with Fallon?”
Black: “What call? I have no fuckin idea what you’re talking about?”
Joe: “Don’t lie. They installed a hidden cam in your room, and we even heard part of the other side of that conversation.”
Black: “Fuckin bastards.. Ugh. Alright. Yes, there was a call. However, the caller had me promise not a soul would find out what went on during said call.”
Joe: “Fair enough, lad. I guess if a secret must be kept, then so be it. Don’t disappoint me though, alright boy?”
Black: “What doesn’t disappoint you?”
Both men give a hearty laugh and Black sighs.
Black: “Ah, well, I guess we may as well part ways for tonight, I know you want to get back to your wife, and I want to get some rest.
Joe: “Alright, sonny, it’s good working with ya. You know, when I look at you, I see a younger me *chuckles* well, I’ll see ya at the bar for some drinks tomorrow?”
Black: “Sure sure, we’ll get some beer or some shit, on me of course.”
Black and Joe shake hands and they part ways. Black heads back to his hotel amidst the usual heckling and debauchery every Brit does to him. When he gets to his hotel, he stops at the front desk.
Black: “Ma’am, if you would be so kind, please hold all calls to my room for the remainder of my stay.”
Black hands the attendee 300 pounds, smiles before walking down the hall to his room. As he walks down the hall, the camera swirls to blackness.