Main Character [Dylan BfH]
Jan 11, 2023 0:27:05 GMT -5
Mongo the Destroyer, Kira Izumi, and 2 more like this
Post by Dylan on Jan 11, 2023 0:27:05 GMT -5
We open in a little retro spot called Tom's Diner where Dylan is sat on a vinyl-coated swivel bar stool. Wearing a leather jacket and jeans with black greaser boots to match you'd almost think this was straight out of Grease. His back is to the camera and the leather jacket illuminates with a bright orange color that quickly dissipates. Dylan pats the stool next to him, not even looking back as his fellow portal-summoning Pillar of Violence steps up to him.
Dylan: I'm glad you could make it man. Please sit down, whatever you want is on me.
Spike shuffles onto the shiny stool next to Dylan, wincing as he still nurses his wounds from the Civil Wargames match. A waitress slides a menu in front of Spike before dropping a milkshake in front of Dylan. Dylan slurps on his shake as Spike reads through the menu, the only sounds are the obnoxious slurps from Dylan and the sounds of "Great Balls of Fire" over the jukebox. Spike slides the menu across the counter to the waitress as she walks by, ordering a cheeseburger and fries. He spins on the stool to face Dylan.
Spike: So am I correct to assume this is in regard to that favor you asked for but never elaborated on a few weeks ago?
Dylan: Yeah. I need help in an area that only the Kane brothers are experts in. And since Brad kind of, disappeared? Ran away? I guess I'll employ your services.
Spike: What is it you need that my brother and I are so good with?
Dylan: I'll cut right to it. This last year, not having my second arm has taught me a lot about myself. It gave me strength. It gave me weakness. But mostly, it gave me an idea. One that you started me on the path of back in June. We just didn't realize it.
He pauses.
Dylan: But Steve, as much of a massive prick as he is, taught me something. That these arms are a massive target for anyone who'd want to steal them or harm me. They're frankly a liability. And I can't have the next up-and-coming massive prick stealing my limbs to make a name for themselves.
Dylan leans a bit closer to Spike.
Dylan: I know this is a big ask, but I spent all of September and October hunting for an alternative. There frankly isn't one and it's come to this. I want you to help me find, and maybe coach me through the basics of making a deal with the Devil.
DING!
Two plates sit in the window separating the kitchen from the dining area. Dylan leans back from Spike and a plate of burgers and fries is placed in front of each of them. Dylan obnoxiously slurps his milkshake as Spike goes to crack down on his meal. Spike sighs, which only elicits a shit-eating grin from Dylan.
Spike: That is a pretty tall ask, man. And making a deal with the Devil? Have you ever read a comic book? Or watched a movie? Or listened to old men thump about with a bible in their hands? Dealing with Satan is the last thing anyone should do!
Dylan: Well...
Dylan munches on some fries.
Dylan: What do you suggest then? Because I'm at my wit's end and have no idea what else to do.
Spike slams some food in his mouth as he ponders Dylan's question. Dylan taps his metal bicep.
Dylan: Remember, if I get my real arms back you get one of these bad boys.
Spike holds his fork to his mouth, rolling his tongue around the prongs. Really trying to think of a solution before-
Spike: Fuck it. It's your funeral. I can help you get there, maybe give you some pointers. But no way in hell am I walking into that room with you.
Dylan pumps his arm and grins!
Dylan: Hell yes dude! That's what I wanted to hear! Now I am going to be a bit busy for the next week but I'll text you some ideas here and there, I think this is going to be a great adventure.
Spike: I'm already regretting this.
We zoom out as the chatter between the Pillars fades, the scene fading to black.
Just five months ago I was on top of the world. I had everything I wanted. I was the greatest Visual Kai Champion J-RoK had, a serious contender for the Junior Heavyweight Championship. And within 48 hours, I lost to Off The Wagon. My sister in Violence Darlene beat me out for the Junior title. And I lost... the Kai title... to Hayley... yeah that stings. I took a month off to recover, came back and won the Hardcore Championship. I felt like I was poised to win the End of Days tournament and... I lost... 2022 was supposed to be My Violent Era. Filled with My Moments... I never stopped thinking that I was the main character, destined to be the very best. Where did I go wrong? Was it my brash arrogance? My inability to stop looking at every opponent as a mere speedbump in front of a greater prize? Are my emotions constantly getting the better of me?
Dylan sits slumped forward in a chair, dressed in baggy clothes that hide his frame. His robot hands clasped in front of him. His hair dangling over his face just enough to hide a few features but his eyes pierce through.
Maybe Kira had the right idea to send somebody else to represent J-RoK at Battle for Hegemony. Send someone else to challenge for the Junior Heavyweight Championship, the Two Kingdoms Championship, the LWA Legendary Championship. I got passed by on so many other opportunities because Kira probably didn't think I could handle the pressure. I wasn't pumping diamonds out anymore, just dust. That's why James Raymond is in MY spot... yeah, one of Kira's personal projects gets the handout. And it's THIS slight that sets off a chain of events. You see Kira, Zoran may be the champion but he understands the talent I hold. UNLIKE KIRA HE KNOWS HOW TO GIVE SOMEONE A GOOD KICKSTART TO GET THE GEARS TURNING. So Kira submits James Raymond, who MIGHT I REMIND EVERYONE has been failing at every opportunity Kira gives him. Congrats on trying to step out of Kira's shadow and be your own man by the way James. Maybe now you'll start winning, not being tied to that mega chode. Zoran is slighted that Kira wouldn't offer a more appealing challenge and calls upon a contract I signed last summer - one that offered me the GUNS spot for Battle for Hegemony.
A slight smile cracks on his face.
Zoran knew that Rob Arnold had lost his smile. El Rey was busy pretending to be the Junior Heavyweight Champion in his backyard with his cousins. LA Wombat was too grief-stricken over his wife's demise. No one else in GUNS could step out of his shadow and overcome his standards. So he called on his Super Frenemy.
Dylan lifts off his hoodie to reveal a bright red leather number reading in big bold silvery lettering - "SUPER FRENEMIES."
Enjoy this Zoran, it's the one time I'll wear it. Unfortunately, you're half-blind and can't see it.
He pulls the hoodie back down.
And Zoran has fueled me, he's motivated me. Given me glorious purpose, to beat an assembly of bastards who don't deserve to be in his presence. Bastards who reflect aspects of our great champion. Armand von Krauss, the shady businessman who terrorized the great Battlegrounds. I've had my fair share of fights with the von Krauss patriarch, notably defending the X*Crown against him at Supremacy two years ago. Kind of funny we find ourselves here once more Armand, because I thought you dropped your balls in your wife's purse and went home. Color me surprised when I found out the von Krauss I'd be fighting was ol' Zoran Jr. You have spent a lot of time looking up to Zoran and his first reign, molding yourself as an evil genius with none of the Eastern European charm. The unfortunate thing, Armand, is despite how many similarities I connect between you and Zoran, you will never be as good as him. Hell, you're not even the 5th best evil businessman in the XHF! Nor the third best von Krauss in the XHF.
Yeah that's right. Isabella, who wasn't even a real von Krauss, was better than you.
Smirk.
Sheik. The legendary figure from a federation that lots of people tend to be dismissive over. Hardkore World, like SWAT, has a lot of underrated guys running the circuit there. The HKW guys come to the global events and you never expect them to go all the way, 'cause they're no AWF right? They're not the big fed with the name in the lights like J-RoK. They're a little more closed off from the outside world but when the right guy explodes out of the gate and upsets the quote-unquote "status quo," that shake up is felt for miles. For years. When Zoran took his first stab at the X*Crown, nobody saw that coming. And more importantly, no fed harbored the title as it hot potatoes between people for 16 months in AWF ever again. Except...
He puts a thumb to his chest.
Well, at least I wasn't playing pass the strap and getting a bunch of overrated tools heat with the little guys. I gave the little guys the recognition they deserved. With me on top, guys like you get the recognition you deserve without having to wait for a signup... and you're used to me being on top. Just like I kicked you into the scorpion pit to retain the Hardcore Title, I'm going to kick the fight out of you and send the Hardkore legend back to the little guys where you will be no more than a disappointment to your peers. Everyone wants to make a hero of you, the champion of HKW. But you're gonna be carted back a martyr - beaten for the belief you could be half the underdog hero Zoran was.
Dylan runs a hand through his hair, brushing some of it back so the camera can see his face.
Poena perhaps reflects the greatest part of Zoran yet. His dark side. The violence, the sadistic tendencies. I watched you twist and break Jack Diamond's arm and I gotta say, for someone who's danced in these yards for less than a year I was pretty damn impressed on how you manhandled the legend. Certainly made my night easier a few weeks later. Something about you... calls to me. Almost like you and I are destined to dance a violent dance. I think you'd have fit in well in the dwellings of the Pillars of Violence. And perhaps someday, you and all the other hungry, violent kids can take the Pillars' places as we each ride off into a barbed-wire wrapped sunset. Until I do step off, it is going to be a pleasure picking you apart.
That smirk from before grows into a sadistic grin.
My team may not be as Zoran-copycat-esque as the opposing team but we have the literal Copycat on our team. That... does that take points away? I know having Steve removes points... look, I hold no attachments to my team because they are tools at my disposal, strategically placed for me to use them and then abuse them in a few more weeks.
Dylan stands up, loud and proud.
I AM THE GREATEST! UNDERAPPRECIATED! NETWORK STAR! I AM THE GOLDEN GUN, THE MAIN CHARACTER! AND COME HELL OR HIGH WATER, REGARDLESS HOW MANY OF MY TEAM MATES ARE ELIMINATED, I WILL THRIVE AND I WILL BRING ZORAN THE FIGHT HE SO RIGHTFULLY DESERVES! Because that's what Super Frenemies do!
Dylan pushes all of his hair out of his face, looking into the camera with malice in his eyes.
So sayeth the Blood Money Sole Survivor. So sayeth the Xtraction King.
Fin.
Dylan sits slumped forward in a chair, dressed in baggy clothes that hide his frame. His robot hands clasped in front of him. His hair dangling over his face just enough to hide a few features but his eyes pierce through.
Maybe Kira had the right idea to send somebody else to represent J-RoK at Battle for Hegemony. Send someone else to challenge for the Junior Heavyweight Championship, the Two Kingdoms Championship, the LWA Legendary Championship. I got passed by on so many other opportunities because Kira probably didn't think I could handle the pressure. I wasn't pumping diamonds out anymore, just dust. That's why James Raymond is in MY spot... yeah, one of Kira's personal projects gets the handout. And it's THIS slight that sets off a chain of events. You see Kira, Zoran may be the champion but he understands the talent I hold. UNLIKE KIRA HE KNOWS HOW TO GIVE SOMEONE A GOOD KICKSTART TO GET THE GEARS TURNING. So Kira submits James Raymond, who MIGHT I REMIND EVERYONE has been failing at every opportunity Kira gives him. Congrats on trying to step out of Kira's shadow and be your own man by the way James. Maybe now you'll start winning, not being tied to that mega chode. Zoran is slighted that Kira wouldn't offer a more appealing challenge and calls upon a contract I signed last summer - one that offered me the GUNS spot for Battle for Hegemony.
A slight smile cracks on his face.
Zoran knew that Rob Arnold had lost his smile. El Rey was busy pretending to be the Junior Heavyweight Champion in his backyard with his cousins. LA Wombat was too grief-stricken over his wife's demise. No one else in GUNS could step out of his shadow and overcome his standards. So he called on his Super Frenemy.
Dylan lifts off his hoodie to reveal a bright red leather number reading in big bold silvery lettering - "SUPER FRENEMIES."
Enjoy this Zoran, it's the one time I'll wear it. Unfortunately, you're half-blind and can't see it.
He pulls the hoodie back down.
And Zoran has fueled me, he's motivated me. Given me glorious purpose, to beat an assembly of bastards who don't deserve to be in his presence. Bastards who reflect aspects of our great champion. Armand von Krauss, the shady businessman who terrorized the great Battlegrounds. I've had my fair share of fights with the von Krauss patriarch, notably defending the X*Crown against him at Supremacy two years ago. Kind of funny we find ourselves here once more Armand, because I thought you dropped your balls in your wife's purse and went home. Color me surprised when I found out the von Krauss I'd be fighting was ol' Zoran Jr. You have spent a lot of time looking up to Zoran and his first reign, molding yourself as an evil genius with none of the Eastern European charm. The unfortunate thing, Armand, is despite how many similarities I connect between you and Zoran, you will never be as good as him. Hell, you're not even the 5th best evil businessman in the XHF! Nor the third best von Krauss in the XHF.
Yeah that's right. Isabella, who wasn't even a real von Krauss, was better than you.
Smirk.
Sheik. The legendary figure from a federation that lots of people tend to be dismissive over. Hardkore World, like SWAT, has a lot of underrated guys running the circuit there. The HKW guys come to the global events and you never expect them to go all the way, 'cause they're no AWF right? They're not the big fed with the name in the lights like J-RoK. They're a little more closed off from the outside world but when the right guy explodes out of the gate and upsets the quote-unquote "status quo," that shake up is felt for miles. For years. When Zoran took his first stab at the X*Crown, nobody saw that coming. And more importantly, no fed harbored the title as it hot potatoes between people for 16 months in AWF ever again. Except...
He puts a thumb to his chest.
Well, at least I wasn't playing pass the strap and getting a bunch of overrated tools heat with the little guys. I gave the little guys the recognition they deserved. With me on top, guys like you get the recognition you deserve without having to wait for a signup... and you're used to me being on top. Just like I kicked you into the scorpion pit to retain the Hardcore Title, I'm going to kick the fight out of you and send the Hardkore legend back to the little guys where you will be no more than a disappointment to your peers. Everyone wants to make a hero of you, the champion of HKW. But you're gonna be carted back a martyr - beaten for the belief you could be half the underdog hero Zoran was.
Dylan runs a hand through his hair, brushing some of it back so the camera can see his face.
Poena perhaps reflects the greatest part of Zoran yet. His dark side. The violence, the sadistic tendencies. I watched you twist and break Jack Diamond's arm and I gotta say, for someone who's danced in these yards for less than a year I was pretty damn impressed on how you manhandled the legend. Certainly made my night easier a few weeks later. Something about you... calls to me. Almost like you and I are destined to dance a violent dance. I think you'd have fit in well in the dwellings of the Pillars of Violence. And perhaps someday, you and all the other hungry, violent kids can take the Pillars' places as we each ride off into a barbed-wire wrapped sunset. Until I do step off, it is going to be a pleasure picking you apart.
That smirk from before grows into a sadistic grin.
My team may not be as Zoran-copycat-esque as the opposing team but we have the literal Copycat on our team. That... does that take points away? I know having Steve removes points... look, I hold no attachments to my team because they are tools at my disposal, strategically placed for me to use them and then abuse them in a few more weeks.
Dylan stands up, loud and proud.
I AM THE GREATEST! UNDERAPPRECIATED! NETWORK STAR! I AM THE GOLDEN GUN, THE MAIN CHARACTER! AND COME HELL OR HIGH WATER, REGARDLESS HOW MANY OF MY TEAM MATES ARE ELIMINATED, I WILL THRIVE AND I WILL BRING ZORAN THE FIGHT HE SO RIGHTFULLY DESERVES! Because that's what Super Frenemies do!
Dylan pushes all of his hair out of his face, looking into the camera with malice in his eyes.
So sayeth the Blood Money Sole Survivor. So sayeth the Xtraction King.
Fin.
We open on Dylan, kneeling in front of his bathtub. The water is running and he is vehemently scrubbing at something in the tub. Sir Charles Worthington the Corgi runs around him, trying to get in the tub but is being nudged away by Dylan. Dylan reaches over to shut the water off and grabs a towel, wrapping something tightly in it. Dylan spins around to be shown coddling his right arm, the one Steve Awesome stole in October of 2021 and was recently returned to him at OVN 3! He holds it and sighs happily.
Dylan: I will never let some greasy bastard steal you from me. Ever again!
The camera does one of those cuts to black where it shrinks to a circle around the hand, which flips off the camera (and more importantly Steve Awesome). A laugh track plays before it shrinks all the way and we cut to black.
