Post by Justin on Dec 20, 2020 14:30:34 GMT -5
“Have you been payin’ attention at all, kid?”
Time has passed.
The rites of Celebration have been observed.
Libations have been consumed.
Eric Dane has made his way back home to the Crescent City Fight Club, obviously, by way of chartered Learjet. The ensuing hangover was a hot mess, but is now clearly in the rearview mirror. Today, right here and now, The Only Star and NPW Champion stands proudly in front of a camera in the state-of-the-art studio that had recently been installed at the CCFC. On his face are a pair of Maybach sunshades that cost more than Dylan Black’s cybernetic exo-skeleton and a smile that could drop the panties of every woman he’s ever wished he could fuck.
That big, beautiful Double Crown title belt is draped lovingly across his shoulder.
DANE:
“I mean, really?”
The question is obviously rhetorical.
DANE:
“You were laying on your dead ass sucking wind ten feet away from me when I caved in Dominicus’ head with a Starbreaker Knee, but half an hour later you’re in you’re locker room jerking yourself off and threatening to cut off my hand to keep me from throwing it again?”
Mockingly, Eric nods his head, curls his lips, and shrugs.
DANE:
“Now I understand that you’ve worked yourself into a tizzy here lately, dominating against jamokes like Michael Brewer and Big Bones, but did Leon Van Zandt drop you on your head and give you a concussion or are you just wasting my time?”
“Is this some kind of a joke to you?”
“Don’t get it twisted, Dylan, this thing we’re about to do is serious business.”
“You said it yourself, kid, I’ve been kicking your shit in since thirteen seconds after you walked in the door here in NPW. You may have been the first travelling, fighting, defending champion of the modern era of the Network, but as soon as you darkened my doorstep you were out-classed and exposed. Why do you think I met you at the door that first night, Dylan? Do you think that was some kind of coincidence?”
The Adversary rolls his eyes.
Dane:
“Don’t be daft. I sought you out because I knew the very moment that I heard you were coming to Canada that before you left the X*Crown would be on the line. You see kid, I do pay attention, I take notice of the comings and goings of the movers and shakers in any promotion or network that I call my home. Let me be clear with you from the outset here, kid, Northern Pro is my home, and as of New Years Eve when you’re counting the lights and I’m raising another title over my head, the XHF will be my Network too.”
He chuckles.
DANE:
“Now pay attention, Big Shoots, because I’m only gonna say this once. I don’t know what kind of bullshit you have to tell yourself to get to sleep at night, but this is not my first rodeo. I’ve been to the top of the mountain before, kid, and I’ve been getting there since before you were out of diapers.
He pauses, gleaming sapphire eyes staring holes through the screen.
DANE:
“The more I think about this, Dylan, I’m starting to get a little wound up. A little insulted, so to speak. You waltzed into my house with your chest all puffed out and nevermind I’ve been putting your dick in the dirt since the first minute I laid eyes on you, but you can’t get it out of your mouth fast enough how you’d rather be defending that X*Crown against…”
Eric pauses, straining to connect the dots.
DANE:
“Bryan Chase?”
He scrunches up his face, offended.
DANE:
“The kid from the tag team match that you barely made it past?”
“For real?”
“Big Bad Dylan Black, X*Crown Champion of the Universe and full blown legend in his own mind would rather jerk the curtain with Bryan Chase than Main Event with Eric Dane? The Only Star? The only man in NPW that draws a fuckin’ dime? That doesn’t seem a little suspect to you, Superchief? Like maybe you strolled up here into the great white North figuring for another cupcake title defense to pad your resume with? That’s not what happened though, kid, what happened was you fucked around and got embarrassed time after time after fuckin’ time by yours truly, and not only did you shit the bed in the Lethal Lottery but you’re this fuckin’ close to dragging a big ugly black mark right across that X*Crown that you’ve worked so tirelessly to promote and defend.”
“And why, because you half-assed your way through the entire tournament?”
“Because you got beat up by Timeless for most of the Rumble?”
“Because you were eliminated in the least interesting way possible and had to walk your sappy ass back to your dressing room in time to hit the showers and change your clothes before I got finished asserting my will over Lord Dominicus? Jesus fucking Christ, Dylan, Dominicus might be a joke but he put more effort into NPW over the half-hour he was in that rumble than you have in the six fuckin’ weeks you’ve been here.”
“You’ve done what nobody ever expected you to do, kid, spending the last couple of months building up a whole lot of good will for yourself and shine for that title. But since you’ve stepped into my shadow you haven’t done a damn thing but piss down your leg.The X*Crown deserves better than that, so fuck outta here with that get ready for the real me bullshit, kid. I already met the real you, and you ain’t nothing special. You caught lightning in a bottle and made history, but you’re spent and you know it. Unfortunately for you, so do I.”
He smirks, proud of himself.
DANE:
“Now go do some sit ups, kid, your abs are gettin’ saggy.”
