Post by Dylan on May 1, 2022 15:51:05 GMT -5
Opening shot of Dylan Black, sitting at a table with a small meal laid out in front of him. A bowl of mashed potatoes, a small cooked bird, a gravy boat. The Thanksgiving likes. Dylan tucks a napkin into his collar and grabs a large spoon, scooping a healthy serving of mashed taters on his plate.
Over the last few months, FIRESIDE has given me a lot to me thankful for. Caffrey has given me a lot to be thankful for. I know this is very much a different tune then what I sang almost a year ago, after losing the X*Crown to Misha and the Battle of the Best tournament to my home boi Evan.
He bumps his fist to his chest, respect for the homie on the other side of the title.
But the last few months, when Caffrey has graciously opened his doors to be and let me have a small role in the final days of his company, it's been stellar. I get to form one of the few teams that would usurp the titanic BANG! Bros and we become the FIRESIDE Tag Team Champions... and my time hanging around New Money, being a part of New Appendages, I feel like it's revitalized my career. Beating Curtis Kanyon, who for the longest time was a big shadow over my head laughing that I'd never be able to beat him. But with the power of an extra set of arms, we did it Evan. WE are on the top of the mountain.
He digs in on those mashed potatoes, mmm-ing in delight.
Interestingly enough, now we are tasked with teaming with the very people who we beat for these Tag Team Championships to help Kanyon win the FIRESIDE World Championship. A gigantic clusterfuck to close out the FIRESIDE saga. Not my taste but hey, plenty of people who I've wanted to put the hurt on for a while on the other side. And if there was a best time to say "Fuck Vodka Fizz," I think it'd be now. Just fuck all of Team Fizz. I guess that's a given I've got to state that since we're on opposite sides but with some of those tools, this shit's personal.
Dylan saws off a chunk of the turkey and dunks it in the gravy boat. Yeah he's a monster like that, but he's eating by himself anyways. Who cares?
Like my favorite part of this match. What boggles my mind most is my tag team titles are on the line. Top of the Class can walk out of this double tag champs. But New Appendages, we can walk out either retaining or with nothing in our hands. And god damn that pisses me off. Why do we have to chance losing everything but Top of the Class can only gain from this match?
He sighs and rolls his eyes.
It seems every step I've made in FIRESIDE lately, Death Trap has been there matching me in attempts to cut me off and over shadow me. I thought after I beat off Top of the Class we'd be done, I wouldn't have to deal with Death Trap for a while more as he'd go screw around and maybe earn his place somewhere. But nope! We just hand shit out to DT around here. And there's only so many times I can "justify" Mistress Discipline earning her spot before it starts to look like she's hanging off of you for your star power.
Shrug.
Here's the thing, only about 19% of the competition in the match have something to gain or lose in the belt. The other 81 percent of you in this match, I couldn't give a fuck what happens to you because when the curtains are drawn you're jobless. Plain as that. A few of us are going to walk out, gold on our shoulders. And the rest of you are going to fade to black. Gone and forgotten. But that's fine, because the bad times won't last right? You all will find other places of work, especially if you're Donzig and whore out to anyone who will hire you. But FIRESIDE is going to be ended with a BANG! As Team Kanyon grinds the Fizz Squad to dust.
Dylan smirks and pats his title belt in the seat next to him. Ready for the oncoming fight just a week away.
Bad times don't last, but bad guys do.
Fin.
Over the last few months, FIRESIDE has given me a lot to me thankful for. Caffrey has given me a lot to be thankful for. I know this is very much a different tune then what I sang almost a year ago, after losing the X*Crown to Misha and the Battle of the Best tournament to my home boi Evan.
He bumps his fist to his chest, respect for the homie on the other side of the title.
But the last few months, when Caffrey has graciously opened his doors to be and let me have a small role in the final days of his company, it's been stellar. I get to form one of the few teams that would usurp the titanic BANG! Bros and we become the FIRESIDE Tag Team Champions... and my time hanging around New Money, being a part of New Appendages, I feel like it's revitalized my career. Beating Curtis Kanyon, who for the longest time was a big shadow over my head laughing that I'd never be able to beat him. But with the power of an extra set of arms, we did it Evan. WE are on the top of the mountain.
He digs in on those mashed potatoes, mmm-ing in delight.
Interestingly enough, now we are tasked with teaming with the very people who we beat for these Tag Team Championships to help Kanyon win the FIRESIDE World Championship. A gigantic clusterfuck to close out the FIRESIDE saga. Not my taste but hey, plenty of people who I've wanted to put the hurt on for a while on the other side. And if there was a best time to say "Fuck Vodka Fizz," I think it'd be now. Just fuck all of Team Fizz. I guess that's a given I've got to state that since we're on opposite sides but with some of those tools, this shit's personal.
Dylan saws off a chunk of the turkey and dunks it in the gravy boat. Yeah he's a monster like that, but he's eating by himself anyways. Who cares?
Like my favorite part of this match. What boggles my mind most is my tag team titles are on the line. Top of the Class can walk out of this double tag champs. But New Appendages, we can walk out either retaining or with nothing in our hands. And god damn that pisses me off. Why do we have to chance losing everything but Top of the Class can only gain from this match?
He sighs and rolls his eyes.
It seems every step I've made in FIRESIDE lately, Death Trap has been there matching me in attempts to cut me off and over shadow me. I thought after I beat off Top of the Class we'd be done, I wouldn't have to deal with Death Trap for a while more as he'd go screw around and maybe earn his place somewhere. But nope! We just hand shit out to DT around here. And there's only so many times I can "justify" Mistress Discipline earning her spot before it starts to look like she's hanging off of you for your star power.
Shrug.
Here's the thing, only about 19% of the competition in the match have something to gain or lose in the belt. The other 81 percent of you in this match, I couldn't give a fuck what happens to you because when the curtains are drawn you're jobless. Plain as that. A few of us are going to walk out, gold on our shoulders. And the rest of you are going to fade to black. Gone and forgotten. But that's fine, because the bad times won't last right? You all will find other places of work, especially if you're Donzig and whore out to anyone who will hire you. But FIRESIDE is going to be ended with a BANG! As Team Kanyon grinds the Fizz Squad to dust.
Dylan smirks and pats his title belt in the seat next to him. Ready for the oncoming fight just a week away.
Bad times don't last, but bad guys do.
Fin.