Rat(faced) in a Cage [New Appendages - Dylan]
Mar 22, 2022 2:54:56 GMT -5
Dave D-Flipz, anthonycaffrey, and 1 more like this
Post by Dylan on Mar 22, 2022 2:54:56 GMT -5
I really wonder what thoughts were going through Caffrey's mind when coming up with a stipulation for this match and decided on one of the most ultraviolent stipulations in XWF history would be the best course of action for six hungry sharks.
Dylan is shown sitting cross-legged on the floor inside of a large dog kennel, dressed in gym shorts, a t-shirt and sneakers. His metal hand grasps the edge of the cage and rattles it a moment, some small sparks shooting out from his fingertips. He leans into the wall, forehead pressed against it and grins through the bars.
The last time I was locked inside of the Rage in a Cage, I had to scratch and claw my way through the ICP, our current X*Crown Champ and the Niño Huracán. The last time I was the hunted, back against the wall and fighting to protect what was mine. And you all saw how dangerous I was then. Now? I'm free. The hungry wolves that stalked me during me reign now motivate me as I now play the chaser. And boy am I hungry.
His metal hand squeezes the cage more and the bars begin to bend, yet they do not break. His grip releases and he pushes back to sit along the back wall.
But the hungry wolf must lay in wait a little longer. Evaluating my prey. After I earned my shot and flubbed a quick follow-up, I know now that taking the competition lightly is not something I can afford to do. The stakes here are very high and mistakes cannot be afforded. Afterall, that's how Top of the Class were brought into this match.
Dylan shakes his head, yet another loss to Death Trap eating away at him.
I really do feel like the Master played me like a fiddle in this match. Although I sure wasn't the one strung up for half the match. Heh, seriously though. I don't know if you thought I was mad at you weaseling your way into my title match before? I'm fucking pissed now, Dave. I make the final two of the C.O.C.K. Battle Royale, I earn my way into the preset challenge the champions prepared, WHICH TOP OF THE CLASS WERE TOO DAMN GOOD FOR, and now I have to share my title match with you guys.
A slow, unimpressed clap against his thigh for the "Main Attraction."
Congrats. You manage to fuck off for months jerking around with Armand and his goons, show up later to take the spotlight off of people who are trying to work for this opportunity. Thanks to the Main Attraction, I now have to fight through two teams built of one person I don't mind and one person I'd love to beat the shit out of. I think you know the who's-who here, but as smart as you are around a submission hold a lot of things tend to just "whoosh" over your bowler cap. Not quite like my whips though. You like what I delivered? Watched a few TikToks by Jacques ze Whipper to self-teach myself how to inflict the most pain. Those ring ropes were heavy but hey, if it gets the job done.
Beat.
Speaking of getting the job done, you really don't get the job done yourself often. Most of the material I've reviewed, Mistress Discipline is picking up the wins. Doing the heavy lifting. You pull your weight some times, but more times than not you're on your back defeated and Discipline ends up making the save to win the match. Like when she dumped Radu's friends all over you and Caffrey to help Purple Emperors- nope, didn't win. Though I should send the Valentine cousins to collect the creepiest creepy crawlies they can find. Really, I want to remind you the triple threat was pretty much in the hands of Kanyon before Mistress ran down and smashed all of us with that sledgehammer, leaving you to take the credit for her work. As usual, the veteran talent is taking up the time and credit the young gun deserves.
Dylan thinks for a second, before waving Death Trap off.
That move was bold and brash though. Mistress, I want to preface this by saying I've respected your work for a very long time. Since your early days of MCCW, you pushed your way onto the scene and grabbed the world in a stranglehold. Gaining faithful legions of fans with your unique brand of technical prowess and submission skills. Learning from the master early on. You stuck out in a sea of generic personalities and it's good to see you're being given opportunities on a larger stage.
Dylan's hand touches his jaw. Still feeling the effects of that sledgehammer to the face.
You have a hell of a swing, friend. One that would definitely make most baseball players jealous. Could have knocked me all the way out of Citizens Bank Park. No doubt about it.
Hand still on jaw, his eyes narrow.
That being said, there is the matter of what goes around comes around. You did what you had to do to ensure Top of the Class would still get that Premium Live Event paycheck. I respect the hustle, but that does mean I'm looking to return the favor. I know you're a student of Death Trap and know your way around submissions, but in this kind of match this is where I thrive. I get to do everything in my ability to turn you into a pulp before dunking you through a flaming table. I was indoctrinated into the E.V.E. stable for a reason, Mistress. Every day with Dar is a learning opportunity on how to survive, how to thrive, and how to reach my deepest, darkest places for inspiration. Ripping DT's arm out of its socket is just the beginning. The Master will be strung up and ripped apart, and I will make sure you can only watch as your tag partner fails. You. Again.
Dylan spins so his back is against the door of the kennel, head still turned to the camera.
And then there's the champions. El BANG! Hermanos. The guys who've held a stranglehold on the FIRESIDE Tag Team Division for the better part of seven, eight months? Kanyon has had his greasy hands all over that strap almost since its inception, and frankly it's damn time someone relieved him of his duties.
Dylan puts a hand to his stomach, his ribs, the prime impact point for Kanyon's patented BANG! He grimaces, reminiscing in times that aren't fond to him.
Kanyon. You and I have had a lot of history in the ring together, and seeing how my career is only getting started and yours isn't stopping anytime soon I suspect this is yet another chapter in the fabled book we write. Every time we've shared the ring it's been on opposite sides, high stakes, shit on the line. This time would almost be no different from any other encounter but now you have something I want. This time, I am the wolf stalking its prey in a field. Yearning for a good meal. Ready to POUNCE!
He grins and shakes the cage wall!
I have to say Kanyon, it felt like you were holding back in our triple threat match. Not exactly giving it your all! From someone who should be desperate to keep his toughest foes at bay from his championship you sure seemed to not be so concerned with how the match ended. Has this scene become too cumbersome, too tiring for you after over a year to carry on your back? Well worry no longer Curtis, because I'm coming to put an end to the reign of terror you've been spearheading here in FIRESIDE! My entire career I've never kept you fully in my line of sight and again and again, that's cost me when it's meant most. This last Inferno showed me that even still, I haven't taken you as seriously as I should. Call it a changing of the guard, but both of my eyes are laser focused on you. I've held a certain disdain towards you, deep in my soul for taking my AXW Undisputed Championship from me. Almost 4 years ago. And while the Hearth does not hold the same place in our hearts as the Legion might, I am going to put you down and cut your winning ways in half.
A hand swipe! Whoosh. Almost knife chopping his way out of the cage.
And El Combatiente...
His expression quickly changes, and Dylan smiles the most genuine smile we've ever seen, and pumps his fist!
It's crazy how in the last year and a half we've never once found ourselves on opposing sides of the ring. Ever since you endorsed me at End of Days and I came to your aid in SWAT, we were the hottest thing on the block! The SWAT World Heavyweight Champion and the XHF X*Crown Champion, together to conquer the world! We were a wild team, kicking KGB ass and taking J-ROK names until that fat bastard Rally Jackson used you to make an example to Radu at Supremacy.
His brow furrows and he shakes his head, sinking a little.
I kicked myself for a while for not coming and helping you when you needed me most. I mean, I knew you could take Rally on. You beat him to win the belt in the first place! You held your own against impossible odds but knew to take down the regimes you needed backup. Yet here I was not giving you the backup you needed... I visited you in that hospital every day for two weeks, then those visits turned to once or twice a week. I wanted to there for you but I had to prepare for my budding career. You understood, it's the business we eat, sleep and breath for. I was hoping you'd recover swiftly, we'd get back together and maybe make a run for the XHF Tag Team Belts. We could rule the world...
Beat.
But then things got interesting. My dude... when that Call to Arms show got announced and I was watching from my Philadelphia hotel room, I was as shocked as the rest of the world when El Combatiente was confirmed to be making his return to the ring alongside the BANG! Bros. The bane of my 2021. Now at first I assumed you were using those those douches to reach new heights. Being problematic by association. But the pieces began to fall in place when Spike Kane tried to kill me at the XHF Birthday Bash. When Steve Awesome took my arm and put it in a trophy box. You stood on the sidelines and watched the BANG! Bros continuously make a mockery of me, and you did nothing of it.
If his brow could furrow more it would. He sighs.
One could say that's karma getting back at me but the fact someone who I thought was one of my closest friends stood by and watched as his new friends wore me down bit-by-bit. It hurt me more than you could imagine. I do believe we are still friends, EC. But when that bell rings all bets are off. The gloves will be remove. And I promise you that once I step in this ring we'll be in for the fight of our lives! I expect that you will give me everything you've got and not hold back, as friends who push each other's limits should do. But make no mistake, I'm coming with a vengeance and I will give you the fight of your life. We will see new tag team champions, so long as I've got anything to say about this.
He rubs at his eye, wiping a tear away? He'll never tell.
New Appendages are coming to rock your worlds, boys are girls. Will the Bros and the Teacher's Pets be able to stack up against this money team? I wouldn't count your chickens before they've hatched. New Appendages are gonna take those FIRESIDE Tag Team Championships, and you can take THAT to the bank!
Fade to black.