Those Goddamn Danes (NPDNY - X*C 1/2)
Dec 20, 2020 1:35:08 GMT -5
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Post by Dylan on Dec 20, 2020 1:35:08 GMT -5
16/12/2020
Mississauga, Ontario, Canada
Powerade Centre - Dylan Black's Locker Room
We open on Dylan, still in his gear from the Crowning of a Champion II Royal Rumble. He holds some ice to his neck, courtesy of a most painful headscissors from Lord Dominicus. He scowls at the cameras that have flooded his once-private locker room, but welcomes them regardless. He knows they're here for the scoop, and he plans on dishing.
Dylan: So Eric Dane, huh? The Only Star has finally achieved yet another of his dreams. I suppose you're all here to get a comment about how I'm dejected about the loss, but will surely use this to convey a well-taught lesson about picking yourself up when you're knocked down.
A sneer.
Dylan: I'd be lying if I said I wasn't upset about losing. It's unsatisfying to lose, but you can't win them all I guess.
A pause now, he sighs.
Dylan: Its funny Dane. I just can't seem to escape you lately. You've been a thorn in my side since I came to NPW, to set up my X*Crown defense and plow through the Lethal Lottery. Scouting out potential challengers. In an ideal world, Bryan Chase would be facing me on the 31st. But we can't always have what we want, can we? Not unless you're Eric Dane.
Dylan: You should really be considering yourself lucky to call yourself the NPW Double Crown Champion. As far as I'm concerned, someone who needs two more guys to help clear the field for him so he can walk free is no more than a coward. But you won! Hurray! Formal congratulations and whatnot. This should be the last we see of one another, but suddenly you've become greedy. Akin to me, you're hungry for more. For this.
He holds up the XHF X*Crown Championship. Defiant. Proud.
Dylan: Now, you're stepping up to ME, coming for MY championship. This ain't about lists, puppies and Christmas tales now. Now, you're backing me up into a position that I am warning you, is not going to end well for you. Guys like Michael Brewer and Big Bones, have all tried. But it did not end well for them.
Lean in, a small smirk appearing.
Dylan: The version of me you saw just a bit ago? That's the Dylan who is here for a good time, with so much to gain. Knowledge, championships and fame. The Dylan you'll see at the dawn of the new year? That's a man who now has everything to lose, and is assuredly going to fight tooth and nail to walk out continuing my record-setting championship run. I'm the guy who'll break every bone in your hand to make sure you can't hit the Star Destroyer on me.
He shakes his head.
Dylan: That's not to say you wouldn't anyways. Because while Dane is many things, a coward and a thief, he is resilient. Smart. Downright evil, perhaps more so than NPW's resident evildoer. This is what sets him apart from Bryan Chase. Bryan Chase is young, and will have a rocket strapped to his back when he gets his chance to stand up to Dane. Dane however, hasn't seen the atmosphere in almost 20 years. He's been going higher and higher and needs to be brought down to reality.
Dylan: I'm aware of the consequences of speaking ill of Dane. I know what he can accomplish, and there's no denying that he backs up everything he says. Every word is followed with a fist to match. The advantages I may have are slim but there. I will study you, find your weaknesses. I've seen how well you throw down with Scott Steel at your side. Let's see what happens when the odds are evened and I bring backup.
He smirks. That devil's grin on full blast. The cogs are turning and he's making plans to give Dane a real run for his money. He speaks in a softer tone during the closing moments.
Dylan: It was always going to come down to this. You knew it, I knew it, everyone and Mav's mother knew that from the second you stopped me in the halls that the two biggest stars in the Lethal Lottery were going to meet once more past the tournament. In a situation much bigger than anything these last two months could have produced. What matters now more than ever, is what you do when I make you famous.
With that, Dylan begins to usher and shoo the flock of people out of his locker room. For he needed rest, and to get the hell out of Mississauga.
