One More Day [Dylan Supremacy #6]
Jan 27, 2023 12:46:57 GMT -5
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Post by Dylan on Jan 27, 2023 12:46:57 GMT -5
Dylan stands in the office behind the golden door. His hand rests on the door knob as he tries to process what's in front of him. Behind a desk in the back of the room is the one, the only, the healthy-
Dylan: Zoran?!
The figure who looks very similar to an early 2020s Zoran Sainovic smiles and shakes his head.
"Zoran": No no, it's me. Ze one and only Devil from Hell.
Dylan: But why do you-
Devil: Take on ze appearance of a man who you hold so dearly in your heart with respect and disdain? Didn't Spike tell you? I make Hell look and feel different for everyone. Base it on zere will. You expected Hell to look similar to how it's depicted in Christian depiction, so I gave you something different. Subvert your expectations.
The Devil gestures to himself.
Devil: Did you really zink I was going to sit here basing myself off of how Jason Issacs plays Mephisto in ze Midnight Suns game?
Dylan pauses.
Dylan: Wait, Lucius Malfoy plays Mephisto in that game? I didn't even notice!
The Devil shakes his head.
Devil: Never mind any of zat. You're here now! You have crossed the dangerous pit surrounding my castle. You flayed Vrock ze Demon, outwitted ze Sphinx, danced with ze goblins, and made your way through a dangerous maze zat, unfortunately, I put many more zings to stall you and you just beelined to ze end. A little disappointed but I knew zat you'd be able to pull through!
The Devil leans on the table in front of him, hands clasped in front of him. He gestures to a seat across the table from him.
Devil: So now you've made it to my room. You've practiced your speeches and negotiating. What did you take zis quest zrough Hell for?
Dylan sits in the chair opposite him.
Dylan: Well I think it's pretty simple. For the last four years, I have been a victim of the merciless god of Champoon who has done nothing but abuse and psychologically tortures me. He's brought me to his realm several times and each time I leave there with less of my body. I want it back. My arms, my leg, and my eye. I want them all restored.
Devil: Didn't you lose your eye to a disgusting J-RoK Hardcore Title match?
Dylan: Unimportant. I want that back too. I just want to be whole again, and these enhancement limbs are nice but everyone tries to steal them. Especially that prick Steve Awesome. I wish he'd roll over and kick rocks.
Devil: Believe me. Zere are betting rings for when he dies, who offs him, and where he goes. I don't particularly want him and he's excellent friends with God after Call to Arms. For your case... I zink I can make something work.
The Devil magics up a contract and scribbles some notes onto it. He flips it over to Dylan and it's a full-fledged contract. Dylan slowly reads over it as the Devil monologues.
Devil: Simply put, for your arms, leg, and eye to be returned to you all I ask is for your soul. You really don't have any other assets. No daughter who is destined to be the end of me, no marriage to break up to prevent said daughter. Now, zere is a clause in zere zat states should you ever win ze X*Crown again the part for your soul isn't binding.
Dylan looks up.
Dylan: What's your deal with letting people out of contracts if they win the X*Crown?
Devil: Some say I'm a proud supporter of wrestling. I just deal with lots of ze wrestler types. Now, if you'll just sign at ze bottom zere-
Orb: WAIT! Don't sign that!
The glowing orb glows brighter than before and takes a humanoid shape. The glow diminishes to a form we are very familiar with.
Dylan: Charlie Velez?
Velez: That's not all I am.
The Devil frowns.
Devil: Fancy seeing you here, God.
It ends with you... it was always going to end with you Zoran.
How could it not end with my Super Frenemy... my immortal foe. The man who pushed me farther than anyone else in 2022 and beat me to win End of Days.
Dylan spins in the rolling chair in the Devil's office.
I have to admit, that loss really stung in the moment. Being drenched in oil, which took weeks to wash out of my hair and clothes. Having come so far and being upended by someone who took Pepe Morales' loss in the finals so to heart that he won it for him years later. There is a lot of resentment for you beating me at End of Days Zoran. But we buried the hatchet so there's no hard feelings, right?
He taps a metal finger on his jaw.
Not... exactly.
He shrugs.
Don't get me wrong. We make a hell of a tag team and when I'm allowed back in Japan we will rip through the J-RoK Tag Team division. But... in your quest to redeem Niño Huracán you created another vengeful spirit. I worked my ass off to get to that moment, have my revenge against Steve and your greed cost me. Your need for my revenge kept me from assuming my place on top of the XHF where I belong. I had to suffer in silence with a smile on my face as my Super Frenemy got to travel the world, fighting so many talented people and Randy Angel. Adding titles to the X*Crown. It should have been me.
His eyes narrow as he growls.
I need this, man. More then anyone else in the match. Copycat would just forfeit the title to Terry Bradshaw. Raiden would trade it between his Harbinger brothers. And Steve would use it as a paperweight to begin a bidding war before 2024. I know how to hold the X*Crown with prestige and I'm prepared to do it! You know that you're old, you're tired and ready to pass the torch. You earned a break and I'm here to relieve you of your duties. You've earned a rest Zoran and it's only smart you hand me the X*Crown before you get put down like a dying dog.
So come Supremacy I will be gunning at one-hundred-and-ten percent for the X*Crown. Revenge for the End of Days loss. Forget the buried hatchet, forget the scars we've left each other with. When that bell rings we are enemies and I expect the very best you can give me to defend that belt. Despite you're best I'm giving you the best of someone younger. Better. Faster. Stronger. And after I raise the X*Crown in my hand at the matches end, we can talk about our next plans to ruin Kira Izumi's life. But before we can do that I'm going to become the King of the Kitchen and the X*Crown Champion.
So sayeth the Daemon of Mayhem.
So sayeth, Dylan Black.
How could it not end with my Super Frenemy... my immortal foe. The man who pushed me farther than anyone else in 2022 and beat me to win End of Days.
Dylan spins in the rolling chair in the Devil's office.
I have to admit, that loss really stung in the moment. Being drenched in oil, which took weeks to wash out of my hair and clothes. Having come so far and being upended by someone who took Pepe Morales' loss in the finals so to heart that he won it for him years later. There is a lot of resentment for you beating me at End of Days Zoran. But we buried the hatchet so there's no hard feelings, right?
He taps a metal finger on his jaw.
Not... exactly.
He shrugs.
Don't get me wrong. We make a hell of a tag team and when I'm allowed back in Japan we will rip through the J-RoK Tag Team division. But... in your quest to redeem Niño Huracán you created another vengeful spirit. I worked my ass off to get to that moment, have my revenge against Steve and your greed cost me. Your need for my revenge kept me from assuming my place on top of the XHF where I belong. I had to suffer in silence with a smile on my face as my Super Frenemy got to travel the world, fighting so many talented people and Randy Angel. Adding titles to the X*Crown. It should have been me.
His eyes narrow as he growls.
I need this, man. More then anyone else in the match. Copycat would just forfeit the title to Terry Bradshaw. Raiden would trade it between his Harbinger brothers. And Steve would use it as a paperweight to begin a bidding war before 2024. I know how to hold the X*Crown with prestige and I'm prepared to do it! You know that you're old, you're tired and ready to pass the torch. You earned a break and I'm here to relieve you of your duties. You've earned a rest Zoran and it's only smart you hand me the X*Crown before you get put down like a dying dog.
So come Supremacy I will be gunning at one-hundred-and-ten percent for the X*Crown. Revenge for the End of Days loss. Forget the buried hatchet, forget the scars we've left each other with. When that bell rings we are enemies and I expect the very best you can give me to defend that belt. Despite you're best I'm giving you the best of someone younger. Better. Faster. Stronger. And after I raise the X*Crown in my hand at the matches end, we can talk about our next plans to ruin Kira Izumi's life. But before we can do that I'm going to become the King of the Kitchen and the X*Crown Champion.
So sayeth the Daemon of Mayhem.
So sayeth, Dylan Black.
Dylan's jaw drops.
Dylan: What?! Charlie Velez is God?
He pauses.
Dylan: Oh yeah, that was established at Call to Arms. That's why he's taken such a liking to Steve.
Dylan turns to Charlie.
Dylan: So if you've been taking this whole journey with me since Spike left, why didn't you say anything before?
Velez: Spike asked me to keep an eye on you while he was busy training with stabbing people and blowing stuff up for his own Supremacy matches. I had some free time so I sent a Damashi of my likeness to watch over you for the moments when you were in the most trouble. It would summon me to you to aid in your time of need.
Charlie's attention turns to the Devil.
Velez: And you. I knew all along you were the end goal but really? A disabled man comes asking for another chance at life and you jump at the chance to make a deal?
The Devil shrugs.
Devil: I'm in a bind and he was willing.
Velez turns to Dylan.
Velez: Come with me, Dylan. I can give you the assistance you need with no strings attached... one string attached.
Dylan: You need to work on your pitches. But what's the catch?
Velez: Let my boy Steve win at Supremacy.
Dylan throws his hands in the air.
Dylan: Do all deities have betting rings on the XHF?
Devil: Duh. What else should we do in our spare time?
Dylan: Read a book or something? I don't know.
Dylan turns to Velez.
Dylan: No offense dude, your intentions have been mysterious since I've met you. I appreciate the help you've given me but there's no chance in Hell I'd lay down for Steve. He's half the reason I'm here today!
Velez: You are making a grave mistake dealing with this man. But if you don't agree to let Steve win I cannot help you.
Dylan: You've been helping me for the last week. But so be it.
Velez starts to morph back into that glowing orb and whisps away. Dylan turns back to the Devil.
Dylan: So trade my soul for my body. Win the X*Crown and I can keep the soul too. Any other catches?
The Devil grins and holds his hands out to Dylan.
Devil: Don't you know who I am? Zere will always be a catch Dylan!
Dylan sighs.
Dylan: Well whatever it takes.
Dylan grabs the nearest pen and goes to grab the contract. As he touches the paper he's immediately cut by it and a blood splatter lands on the dotted line. The Devil smiles and takes the contract. As soon as he's "signed" the contract Dylan's body seizes up. He can't move and everything starts to get blurry and fades. Suddenly a form appears in front of him, a sort of blob that begins to take a humanoid shape.
Devil: Pleasure doing business with you.
Dylan's eyes close and all we see is black for a moment before they open again. With a field of vision provided by two eyes! Dylan looks around, before looking down and sees two very human-looking arms in front of him. He gasps and grabs at his leg, which is also made of flesh and blood! Dylan turns and sees a ghastly sight - a corpse bearing his very resemblance, but it has no arms, missing a leg and the one eye it has is glassed over. It's enough to make Dylan stumble back into his chair.
Dylan: What the hell is that?
Devil: Zat's you. Or, it was you. I had to recreate your body from scratch to give you what you wanted. Zat is the gross leftovers of a holiday meal zat's passed. I'll be disposing of zat once you're gone.
The Devil claps his hands together.
Devil: But congrats! You have a new lease on life and are twice as susceptible to pain as you were before. You are human once more and just in time! I have an appointment coming in very shortly.
The Devil opens a hell portal beside Dylan.
Devil: Go! Enjoy yourself! You're a new man ready for new opportunities!
Dylan: Thank you so much. I'll never forget this!
Dylan walks through the hell portal and we fade to black. The fade is slow enough we see the hell portal close and hear a chuckle from the Devil.
Devil: Heheheh. Damn right you'll never forget it... Tralvok ze Hideous, grab zat corpse and bring it to my zrone room. We have dark rituals to conduct.
Fin.
POST CREDITS SCENE #1
A car door slams and the car drives off, leaving a figure standing at the end of a driveway to someone's house. The lawn is layered with blankets of snow, we're in New England after all. Dressed in jeans and a hoodie, they begin the slow trek up the driveway to a small house. They climb up the wooden stairs to a small porch and a gloved hand reaches out, knocking on the door. A moment passes before Hailey Black opens the door, a look of bewilderment on her face.
Hailey: Dylan? Is that... is that really you?
The camera cuts to behind Hailey and we see Dylan, fully flesh once again. No missing eye, fully limbed. He beams at his mother.
Dylan: The one and only!
Hailey invites Dylan in and she starts a pot of coffee, and Dylan stands on the opposite side of the kitchen island. Hands placed on the marble counter. A troubled look on his face. Hailey notices and pours a cup for her boy.
Hailey: Tell me what's on your mind, Dylan. You seem, distant.
Dylan remembers the torture in the Hell asylum. The woman who claimed she was his mother. He went back to meet with both of them again, trying to get the full story but neither story lined up. Dad said he was a cheater and Mom shoved him into oncoming traffic. Mom agreed that Dad sucked but said she was the oncoming traffic. He wanted all the details, he wanted to know the truth. He takes a deep breath and shakily spits out.
Dylan: Tell me what happened to Caiden Everly.
Hailey whips around like she's seen a ghost.
Hailey: What was that? Who's name did you just say?
Dylan: What happened to dad?
Hailey takes a step back, grabbing onto the countertop. She takes a shaky breath.
Hailey: Where did you hear that name?
Dylan: What. Happened. To Dad?
Hailey looks uneasy as she gestures to the living room.
Hayley: Let's sit down. I'll... I'll tell you about your Dad.
Cut to black.
Hailey: Dylan? Is that... is that really you?
The camera cuts to behind Hailey and we see Dylan, fully flesh once again. No missing eye, fully limbed. He beams at his mother.
Dylan: The one and only!
Hailey invites Dylan in and she starts a pot of coffee, and Dylan stands on the opposite side of the kitchen island. Hands placed on the marble counter. A troubled look on his face. Hailey notices and pours a cup for her boy.
Hailey: Tell me what's on your mind, Dylan. You seem, distant.
Dylan remembers the torture in the Hell asylum. The woman who claimed she was his mother. He went back to meet with both of them again, trying to get the full story but neither story lined up. Dad said he was a cheater and Mom shoved him into oncoming traffic. Mom agreed that Dad sucked but said she was the oncoming traffic. He wanted all the details, he wanted to know the truth. He takes a deep breath and shakily spits out.
Dylan: Tell me what happened to Caiden Everly.
Hailey whips around like she's seen a ghost.
Hailey: What was that? Who's name did you just say?
Dylan: What happened to dad?
Hailey takes a step back, grabbing onto the countertop. She takes a shaky breath.
Hailey: Where did you hear that name?
Dylan: What. Happened. To Dad?
Hailey looks uneasy as she gestures to the living room.
Hayley: Let's sit down. I'll... I'll tell you about your Dad.
Cut to black.
POST CREDITS SCENE #2
We open on the Devil, who sits on their throne reading over the contract Dylan just signed. They have the biggest smirk on their face as they go over the fine print, how Dylan's soul belongs to them, and whatnot. There's a small sound behind them and they chuckle.
Devil: Tralvok ze Hideous, back so soon? You won't believe what I just scored!
There's shuffling behind Satan's throne before a sudden fist is protruding from their chest. A golden fist, completed with a golden gauntlet with colored gems on it. A voice whispers into Satan's ear.
Voice: I MUST REMEMBER TO THANK YOU FOR YOUR HELP WITH SECURING DYLAN BLACK. TOO BAD YOU'RE ABOUT TO DIE THOUGH!
And the insane golden god Big Drag pokes his head out from behind Satan. Satan drops to the floor as Big Drag removes his golden fist from the throne, picking up the dropped contract. Dylan had signed it but Satan, in their moment of glory, never did the same.
Big Drag: AN OPEN CONTRACT FOR THE HEART AND SOUL OF CHAMPOON? HOW DELECTABLE! SPERM, RETRIEVE MY FINEST PEN! IT'S OPEN SEASON!
A dark portal opens behind Big Drag and he turns but sees something on the ground. A pulsating purple and black orb, the very same one from this promo. Big Drag picks it up, looking at it quizzically. He turns some more and sees a corpse on the ground. Upon closer inspection, this corpse is actually Dylan Black! Stumps where all his limbs once were, Drag looks at the orb and back at Dylan's corpse. He grins.
Big Drag: WELL LET'S SEE IF MY RESURRECTION SKILLS ARE UP TO PAR WITH THAT THEY ONCE WERE!
Big Drag lifts the lifeless corpse of Dylan and slides the orb into his throat. A moment passes before Dylan's eyes fly open, both a dark black color! His limbs start to regrow, but instead of regular arms and legs, they are made up of the same dark black energy that festers behind his eyelids. Big Drag smiles a toothy grin as we cut to black.
Devil: Tralvok ze Hideous, back so soon? You won't believe what I just scored!
There's shuffling behind Satan's throne before a sudden fist is protruding from their chest. A golden fist, completed with a golden gauntlet with colored gems on it. A voice whispers into Satan's ear.
Voice: I MUST REMEMBER TO THANK YOU FOR YOUR HELP WITH SECURING DYLAN BLACK. TOO BAD YOU'RE ABOUT TO DIE THOUGH!
And the insane golden god Big Drag pokes his head out from behind Satan. Satan drops to the floor as Big Drag removes his golden fist from the throne, picking up the dropped contract. Dylan had signed it but Satan, in their moment of glory, never did the same.
Big Drag: AN OPEN CONTRACT FOR THE HEART AND SOUL OF CHAMPOON? HOW DELECTABLE! SPERM, RETRIEVE MY FINEST PEN! IT'S OPEN SEASON!
A dark portal opens behind Big Drag and he turns but sees something on the ground. A pulsating purple and black orb, the very same one from this promo. Big Drag picks it up, looking at it quizzically. He turns some more and sees a corpse on the ground. Upon closer inspection, this corpse is actually Dylan Black! Stumps where all his limbs once were, Drag looks at the orb and back at Dylan's corpse. He grins.
Big Drag: WELL LET'S SEE IF MY RESURRECTION SKILLS ARE UP TO PAR WITH THAT THEY ONCE WERE!
Big Drag lifts the lifeless corpse of Dylan and slides the orb into his throat. A moment passes before Dylan's eyes fly open, both a dark black color! His limbs start to regrow, but instead of regular arms and legs, they are made up of the same dark black energy that festers behind his eyelids. Big Drag smiles a toothy grin as we cut to black.
