Dylan Black Origins (Pt 2/2 Tourney RP)
Oct 27, 2017 21:51:15 GMT -5
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Post by Dylan on Oct 27, 2017 21:51:15 GMT -5
Dylan and Bell shake hands, and the scene transitions to a ROH-sized event where confetti is falling from the ceiling and a man has just pinned his opponent to presumably win a championship.
Announcer: Ladies and gentlemen, the winner of the match, and NEW WNE World and Intercontinental Champions, and now the first ever WNE Undisputed Champion, “The Grim Reaper” Dylan Black!
We see a much older Dylan Black(now 21) being handed 3 championship belts; the newly retired WNE World and Intercontinental Championships, and the brand new WNE Undisputed Championship. His stablemates AK47, Shad, Matt Jackson, Nick Jackson, and Kenny Omega come out to celebrate with him.
Matt S(commentator): I can’t believe it, Dylan Black actually did it! Going up against the monstrous Butch Sheffield and the seasoned veteran Carter West, he went in with nothing and came out with all the gold!
Felix Warner(commentator): This kid is on top of the world right now, nothing can stop him!
As Felix says that, the Jacksons superkick Dylan’s head off, and all 5 men beat down Black.
Matt S: What the hell! The Bullet Club beating down their leader. And Kenny, he’s… he’s laughing!
Felix Warner: Dylan just went from the top to the bottom of the mountain. And the ride wasn’t pretty.
Kenny grabs a mic and leans over Dylan.
Kenny: Dylan, you’re out of the club. And I’m taking over! HAHAHAHAHA!!
Suddenly, GM James Dykstra comes out onto the stage.
James Dykstra: And that ain’t the only good news Dylan. You’re stripped of your titles, and YOU’RE FIRED!
Felix Warner: Well shit, this went from possibly the best night of Dylan’s career to the worst of his life!
Narrator: Like Felix said, it was indeed the best night of my career gone very sour. Very few people backstage came up and said anything. Mostly just goodbyes and good lucks until a knock on my locker room door..
*knocking*
Thayne: Knock knock! Remember me?
Dylan: Holy shit, Thayne Bell! Yeah, been what, 4 or 5 years? How’ve you been?
Thayne: Good, good, I’ve been good. I won’t ask how you are just yet, given recent circumstances. But hey, CDW has been shut down, and in its place, a company I’m calling EFF. Extreme Fighting Federation. We need hot, young talent, and you’re still as phenomenal as ever. What do ya say? You DO need employment.
Dylan: Well, I do need employment. Sure, what the hell. I’ll sign up with you guys.
Dylan Black is inside a steel cage fighting Japanese Sensation Kenji Yuri for the inaugural EFF Intercontinental Championship. Black is atop the cage.
Mikey Main: He’s got this now, Dylan Black’s gonna win this!
Gotch Peterson: Kenji, you had a good try but you just weren’t good enough.
Dylan is sitting atop the cage looking around. He then shrugs and stands up, and suicide dives onto Yuri.
Gotch: WHAT THE HELL IS HE DOING?
Mikey: Well there goes the match! He cost himself! No way he’s winning unless he connects with this maneuver folks..
Dylan goes flying and splats on the ground. Kenji comes to his senses and rolls over to Black and covers him.
Crowd: 1…...2……...Thr..
Mikey: He kicked out! Dylan Black kicked out! That tough S.O.B. from Boston kicked out!
Gotch: He is from Boston. They produce some of the toughest S.O.Bs ever! That 21 year old has heart, still ready to take some more punishment.
Kenji is furious right now, intent on becoming the inaugural EFF Intercontinental Championship. He stands up and begins to swing his arm around as Black stands up.
Mikey: Oh boy, you know what’s coming next… PIERCER OF HEAV-WAIT NO!
As Kenji goes for his signature move, the Piercer of Heavens, Black stands up and lifts him up in a burning hammer position, smashing Kenji’s head on the cage with his momentum. He climbs the ropes with Kenji over his shoulders.
Gotch: This crowd here is electric! They know what the infamous Dylan Black is going for right now…. THE WAY OF THE REAPER! KENJI’S OUT COLD!
Black jumps off the top rope and hits a burning hammer from the top, aka his finisher “The Way of the Reaper.” He crawls onto Kenji’s lifeless body.
Crowd. 1…...2……...3!!!!!!!!!!
Announcer: Ladies and Gentlemen, your winner, and the NEW EFF INTERCONTINENTAL CHAMPION< DYLAAAAN BLAAAAAACK!!!!
Mikey: He did it! He did it! Black made it big here tonight!
A ref hands the belt to Black through the door of the cage and Black begins to climb the cage. He stands on top, holding his prized possession in his hand as the roof has completely blown off the place. The scene begins to fade into something more ominous, a dark room with a crackling fireplace slightly illuminating the room. There is a chiche supervillain chair. The sound of the fireplace is all that is heard. The person in the chair chuckles and the narrator(the man seated in the chair) is sitting there.
Narrator: That all leads us to today. Where I am right now. Dylan Black. The Crimson Punisher. And my pal Crimson.
The chair spins around to reveal (none to obviously) the narrator, AKA Dylan Black. He is clad in torn up jeans, combat boots, a big scar across his chest, and a more sophisticated style of facepaint(think Viktor of the Acsension currently). In the background against the wall is Crimson, his trusty 2x4 of nails and barbed wire. He stares into the camera and begins to speak in his well known deep and gruff voice.
Black: So here we are, days before Cold War. I am here in Russia, and damn, Я, черт возьми, ненавижу эти глупые матерчатые мешки с дерьмом коровы и их странствующую несчастную задницу. Oh wait, you idiots watching the broadcast elsewhere don’t speak Russian. Good thing I picked up a few things on Google.
Black winks at the camera, knowing full well he just pissed off the entirety of Russia.
Black: Ah well, I’m fighting an AK Andrews fellow. Jeez, who the FUCK is this sack? There AK I said it. Ya happy? Look, you can talk the talk all the want, talk about past all ya want. What matters is if you can walk the walk. Biting off someone’s fingers? Neat. I’ve had worse done to me. I used to have a beautiful, god like body. Bitches would throw themselves onto me. Now, I’m real banged up. Badly fucked up. I’ve learned not only how to wrestle, but how to fight. How to SURVIVE. And I always survive. You see, in this little tournament Duke set up, there are 7 victims. And 1 survivor. That’ll be me. I’ll walk out, championship in hand. I’ll go through every fucking person in FWA, in motherfuckin Russia, in the goddamn world to get my hands on that title and there ain’t a single motherfucker who will stop me.
Black turns the chair around and lets the fire crackling sounds take over as he sits in silence.
Black: The curse of The Darkness is upon us. FWA, be prepared to perish.
** January 17, 2016. Boston, Massachusetts **
Announcer: Ladies and gentlemen, the winner of the match, and NEW WNE World and Intercontinental Champions, and now the first ever WNE Undisputed Champion, “The Grim Reaper” Dylan Black!
We see a much older Dylan Black(now 21) being handed 3 championship belts; the newly retired WNE World and Intercontinental Championships, and the brand new WNE Undisputed Championship. His stablemates AK47, Shad, Matt Jackson, Nick Jackson, and Kenny Omega come out to celebrate with him.
Matt S(commentator): I can’t believe it, Dylan Black actually did it! Going up against the monstrous Butch Sheffield and the seasoned veteran Carter West, he went in with nothing and came out with all the gold!
Felix Warner(commentator): This kid is on top of the world right now, nothing can stop him!
As Felix says that, the Jacksons superkick Dylan’s head off, and all 5 men beat down Black.
Matt S: What the hell! The Bullet Club beating down their leader. And Kenny, he’s… he’s laughing!
Felix Warner: Dylan just went from the top to the bottom of the mountain. And the ride wasn’t pretty.
Kenny grabs a mic and leans over Dylan.
Kenny: Dylan, you’re out of the club. And I’m taking over! HAHAHAHAHA!!
Suddenly, GM James Dykstra comes out onto the stage.
James Dykstra: And that ain’t the only good news Dylan. You’re stripped of your titles, and YOU’RE FIRED!
Felix Warner: Well shit, this went from possibly the best night of Dylan’s career to the worst of his life!
Narrator: Like Felix said, it was indeed the best night of my career gone very sour. Very few people backstage came up and said anything. Mostly just goodbyes and good lucks until a knock on my locker room door..
*knocking*
Thayne: Knock knock! Remember me?
Dylan: Holy shit, Thayne Bell! Yeah, been what, 4 or 5 years? How’ve you been?
Thayne: Good, good, I’ve been good. I won’t ask how you are just yet, given recent circumstances. But hey, CDW has been shut down, and in its place, a company I’m calling EFF. Extreme Fighting Federation. We need hot, young talent, and you’re still as phenomenal as ever. What do ya say? You DO need employment.
Dylan: Well, I do need employment. Sure, what the hell. I’ll sign up with you guys.
** June 24, 2016. Rosemont, Illinois **
Dylan Black is inside a steel cage fighting Japanese Sensation Kenji Yuri for the inaugural EFF Intercontinental Championship. Black is atop the cage.
Mikey Main: He’s got this now, Dylan Black’s gonna win this!
Gotch Peterson: Kenji, you had a good try but you just weren’t good enough.
Dylan is sitting atop the cage looking around. He then shrugs and stands up, and suicide dives onto Yuri.
Gotch: WHAT THE HELL IS HE DOING?
Mikey: Well there goes the match! He cost himself! No way he’s winning unless he connects with this maneuver folks..
Dylan goes flying and splats on the ground. Kenji comes to his senses and rolls over to Black and covers him.
Crowd: 1…...2……...Thr..
Mikey: He kicked out! Dylan Black kicked out! That tough S.O.B. from Boston kicked out!
Gotch: He is from Boston. They produce some of the toughest S.O.Bs ever! That 21 year old has heart, still ready to take some more punishment.
Kenji is furious right now, intent on becoming the inaugural EFF Intercontinental Championship. He stands up and begins to swing his arm around as Black stands up.
Mikey: Oh boy, you know what’s coming next… PIERCER OF HEAV-WAIT NO!
As Kenji goes for his signature move, the Piercer of Heavens, Black stands up and lifts him up in a burning hammer position, smashing Kenji’s head on the cage with his momentum. He climbs the ropes with Kenji over his shoulders.
Gotch: This crowd here is electric! They know what the infamous Dylan Black is going for right now…. THE WAY OF THE REAPER! KENJI’S OUT COLD!
Black jumps off the top rope and hits a burning hammer from the top, aka his finisher “The Way of the Reaper.” He crawls onto Kenji’s lifeless body.
Crowd. 1…...2……...3!!!!!!!!!!
Announcer: Ladies and Gentlemen, your winner, and the NEW EFF INTERCONTINENTAL CHAMPION< DYLAAAAN BLAAAAAACK!!!!
Mikey: He did it! He did it! Black made it big here tonight!
A ref hands the belt to Black through the door of the cage and Black begins to climb the cage. He stands on top, holding his prized possession in his hand as the roof has completely blown off the place. The scene begins to fade into something more ominous, a dark room with a crackling fireplace slightly illuminating the room. There is a chiche supervillain chair. The sound of the fireplace is all that is heard. The person in the chair chuckles and the narrator(the man seated in the chair) is sitting there.
** 10/27/17, 9:09pm, Undisclosed location **
Narrator: That all leads us to today. Where I am right now. Dylan Black. The Crimson Punisher. And my pal Crimson.
The chair spins around to reveal (none to obviously) the narrator, AKA Dylan Black. He is clad in torn up jeans, combat boots, a big scar across his chest, and a more sophisticated style of facepaint(think Viktor of the Acsension currently). In the background against the wall is Crimson, his trusty 2x4 of nails and barbed wire. He stares into the camera and begins to speak in his well known deep and gruff voice.
Black: So here we are, days before Cold War. I am here in Russia, and damn, Я, черт возьми, ненавижу эти глупые матерчатые мешки с дерьмом коровы и их странствующую несчастную задницу. Oh wait, you idiots watching the broadcast elsewhere don’t speak Russian. Good thing I picked up a few things on Google.
Black winks at the camera, knowing full well he just pissed off the entirety of Russia.
Black: Ah well, I’m fighting an AK Andrews fellow. Jeez, who the FUCK is this sack? There AK I said it. Ya happy? Look, you can talk the talk all the want, talk about past all ya want. What matters is if you can walk the walk. Biting off someone’s fingers? Neat. I’ve had worse done to me. I used to have a beautiful, god like body. Bitches would throw themselves onto me. Now, I’m real banged up. Badly fucked up. I’ve learned not only how to wrestle, but how to fight. How to SURVIVE. And I always survive. You see, in this little tournament Duke set up, there are 7 victims. And 1 survivor. That’ll be me. I’ll walk out, championship in hand. I’ll go through every fucking person in FWA, in motherfuckin Russia, in the goddamn world to get my hands on that title and there ain’t a single motherfucker who will stop me.
Black turns the chair around and lets the fire crackling sounds take over as he sits in silence.
Black: The curse of The Darkness is upon us. FWA, be prepared to perish.
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