Survival of the Fittest [Birthday Show 2/2]
Jul 4, 2021 22:29:15 GMT -5
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Post by Dylan on Jul 4, 2021 22:29:15 GMT -5
There are days where I imagine a life where I'm not a wrestler. I know, shocking right? I dream about growing old, settling down. Sitting at an old farm house, watching kids and grandkids, generations of the Black family play together. Inner peace, harmony. There are days I dream about getting to live.
But then I wake up, I see the reality. Guys like us, we can't just live. We can't sit still and enjoy things. Guys like Dylan Black, Jesse Jamester and Spike Kane, we have to wake up and survive. We've been surviving in a world where guys like us are frowned up, laughed at and trampled over.
And like roaches in the apocalypse, we SURVIVE!
We take all the undesirable taunts, the ridicule and we shoulder it. We don't die easy. And if we do, it's not long before we rise from the depths of hell to slay again. We take everything everyone dishes out, and we dish it right back. Where people of our eras fade to black, we remain beacons of a time long lost, nearly forgotten.
We are born through pain. Forged in fire.
And this is Survival of the Fittest.
Dylan: It's now or never, Jesse. This is going to be the make or break point that determines if you've still got it or not.
Dylan clasps his hands in front of him. He looks into the camera lens in front of him, at Jesse,
Dylan: I was thinking a bit after I recorded that last bit. What if I was too soft on you? I still sympathize, your kid shouldn't have been pulled into this blood feud with Spike. When it's the three of us at the Birthday Show, we're going to have beef with Spike. Individually, we could take him on but Spike needs to pay, he needs to bleed, to DIE for what he's done to us. And we'll kill him. I'm certain of it. But what's to happen when Spike's a pile of blood and guts in the ring? It'll be just you and I in that ring.
He runs his hands through his hair, smiling softly at the Nightmare.
Dylan: I know I told you to stay out of my way, but let's be honest. We both know you're the last guy who'll step down at one's request. I know damn well you've got that fight 'til you die spirit, same as Spike and I. You won't stop wrestling until you cannot physically move anymore. And I respect that. You are an elite breed who lives and dies for this business. And that's what'll make this match so special.
He nods.
Dylan: See, we've all got that fight our heart out mentality. We won't stop, we won't rest until that bell rings. And I know damn well I'm going to make sure that Spike can't get up by himself at the end of the match, but you? I've got no quarrel with you.
A bit of a sly smirk and a gleam in his eye, Dylan can't help but chuckle.
Dylan: But just because we do not quarrel with one another doesn't mean that I'm not going to put you down in the ring if it means I can slide up that X*Crown ladder. I have come this close to getting back on top and every time, something screws me over. Spike Kane? He's just going to be another footnote, a casualty on my quest to being the Best in the World.
That smirk grows evermore and Dylan leans in.
Dylan: You don't have to be another roadblock in my warpath though, Jesse. I am urging you, stay out of our way. I'll let you get a few slices of the Spike Pie, but you will not stand in the way of my goal, my destiny! I am the one who's going to walk out of this match, doesn't matter if I win or lose because I am going to cripple, no I WILL KILL SPIKE KANE!
Dylan: And I'll kill you if I have to.
A stern glare as Dylan grits his teeth.
Dylan: It doesn't matter that you and I are going for the same prize of Kane's head, because when the dust settles I'll be the one who holds it on a platter. I will hang it from my mantle as a reminder to everyone that THEY CAN'T MESS WITH ME! And you won't deter me from my goal.
He pauses, to think for a second.
Dylan: I really like you, Jesse, and I know that we both want to kill Spike. You need to kick his ass just as much as I do. But when it comes to it, I'm going to put the killing blow on both of you if I have to. Nothing is going to stop me from usurping the God of Extreme and taking his spot in the pantheon of Hardcore Deities. Not his actions, nor your own.
He stands up, the anger inside building up.
Dylan: You will try, of that I am certain. I don't know why I thought I could talk you down, you stubborn mule. You'll just be in the way, and I guess that's fine. If I get to take out two dogs who are getting in my way, that's a win for me. Doesn't matter the circumstances, because it ends the same way every. Single. Time. And it comes down to one simple fact, one end goal. Ending the Blood God. Spike Kane's head is MINE AND MINE ALONE!
He snarls that last line out, before settling back and grinning devilishly.
Dylan: But hey, if you really want to get in my way, I'm sure they can find another hospital bed so you and Julian can share a room.
With that, a wave to Jesse, before he reaches past the camera and we cut to black.
Dylan: I've sat here for an hour trying to figure out how to word this correctly, in a language that only you would understand. It took me way too long to figure out that to speak to an Xtreme Degenerate, I have to talk in an immoral sense. With that - fuck you, Spike.
Dylan grits his teeth as he points into the camera.
Dylan: For everything you've done, damn you. Damn you to Hell. Trying to twist everyone to see this conflict through your own myopic lens. Brutally assaulting someone's kin to "send a message." Puffing your chest out and acting like a top dog when you are nothing short of a purebred COWARD!
His last word echoing, resounding in the room he's in.
Dylan: In fact, I'd go as far as to say you're a Rat Bastard. But unlike the namesake, you'll not be a face in the X*Crown halls. As long as I live and breathe you'll be a shadow lurking, but never finding a home in the vault.
A pause, as Dylan changes lanes.
Dylan: I want you to reflect on a few choice words you had to say to me real quick, Spike. "What the fuck do I have to lose?" It's a bold claim to assume you have nothing to lose from this upcoming war with Jesse and me, considering how this could alter the path that the fate of your very existence hangs within. Frankly, you have everything to lose in this scenario, Spike. When you lose to me, that'll affect you mentally, you'll falter against Steve, or in the X*Crown match at Night of Champions. And Luci will have to pleasure of putting the Chief Torturer in his own torture chambers. How ironic would that be?
A smirk from the Messiah.
Dylan: But Spike, c'mon man, you made me look like a bitch? Do you not remember when I knocked your ass out at Call to Arms? Put you and Jesse IN THE GROUND! THAT was a statement being made, that whichever Call to Arms team won, my eyes would be on them come Overheated!
Dylan cannot help but roll his eyes.
Dylan: At least, that was the plan until Kira Izumi decided to send Olympia to Overheated and then fire her from J-ROK, all while ignoring the fact the GREATEST X*CROWN CHAMPION IN XHF NETWORK HISTORY, IT SAYS SO ON THE BILLING, HAS NOTHING TO DO AFTER JULY 9TH!
Those eyes roll even harder as even he can't figure out why he works under that dummy Kira.
Dylan: See Spike, I don't fear you. I have nothing to fear coming into this match, so long as I get to beat the shit out of you. But, can we say the same about you?
Dylan: I think you are attacking the biggest competition to the X*Crown because you fear that you are going to lose at every stop in the road.
Dylan: And when you fail to claim the X*Crown? Not only does Lucifer get to take you back to hell, but you will never see the remains of your family again.
Confident and brash, Dylan glares into the camera.
Dylan: I fired the first shot that got us into this mess, and I will fire the last shot that puts you into the safe hands of the Devil, away from Mongo. I will go for the head and fire that round STRAIGHT INTO YOUR SKULL! Your entire career spans my life, and I've had the opportunity to watch every moment of your career, and now it will be up to me to kill you.
Not missing a beat.
Dylan: I don't need anyone's help to take you down. Not Jesse. Not the stupid fans around here, not the entirety of the network. I WILL BE THE ONE TO PUT DOWN THE SPIKED ONE, CONQUER THE GOD OF EXTREME IN HIS OWN TERRITORY AND MAKE THE SACRIFICES TO THE BLOOD GOD!
He bows his head.
Dylan: I know what I must do. If I'm to ever reclaim the X*Crown again, that path goes through beating you. At the XHF Birthday Show, there will be a change among the heavens and the Messiah will ascend to a deity.
He grins in just the evilest way he can muster.
Dylan: So long as I still breath, you will never become the X*Crown Champion. I'LL BUTCHER THE BLOOD GOD AND I WILL SEND YOU BACK TO ROT IN HELL WHERE YOU BELONG!
You can be a Blood God or a Nightmare, but everybody dances with the Grim Reaper.
And he's come knock-knock-knockin' on Hell's door.
And he's come knock-knock-knockin' on Hell's door.
Fin.