Post by Dylan on Dec 27, 2017 10:56:24 GMT -5
The twenty sixth of November, 2017…
The day the biggest fluke in XHF history happened…
The day… the day AXW beat FWA at Xtraction 2017…
The opening shot of the video begins at Xtraction. We see Dylan Black duking it out with Scorpion as Storm Crow and Steven Dackle are battling in the corner. Scorpion tosses Black to the outside, and turns around to see Dackle, irish whipped by Storm Crow, running towards him ready to clothesline him over the top. He takes a quick step to the left. Black looks up to see Scorpion 2 feet from him geared for a clothesline, with a look on his face that reads “OH SHIT!” Black quickly realizes how dire his situation is and before he can physically react, is clotheslined off the apron into the barbed wire pit behind him. Screaming in pain, he tries to pick himself up out of the barbed wire pit and looks up to see Dackle land in front of him. As those final frames play out, the camera zooms out, suddenly coming out of Black’s eye.
We now see Dylan Black sitting in a luxurious leather chair, in a dimly lit room, the only light coming from a few candles placed about, giving the room an eerie vibe. Dylan tilts down just enough so you can see his mouth while he speaks, but not look into his cold, unloving eyes.
The 5 of us in FWA went into that match very overconfident, thinking we could beat a bunch of nobodies in some recently opened and forgetful show like AXW. But then, they disposed of Ozy. And after Ozy went Dackle and I. Then, after fucking up a 2 vs 1 scenario, Jackson and, last but not least, AK, went down in a pile of shit. We failed the FWA. And oh boy, yall are lucky you weren’t us, because Duke was livid. We were all almost fired. But, Duke decided we will repay our debts for our total fuck-up failure. And that’s why I was just in AWF, where I destroyed 5 other competitors. And I even got to take some shots at that ‘Icon” bastard, Chaos Kid.
But, they say the past is best left already written, so let us write the future.
Black shifts in his chair to a more comfortable position, and grabs a bottle of something, taking a swig before placing it back down and looking into the camera.
The twenty ninth of December, 2017. The last 2017 edition of FWA… we will see yours truly, Dylan Black, face off with two specimen of opponents, to say the least. AK Andrews, and “The Unknown” Lethe. I promise you all, that match will have carnage. It will have absolute annihilation…
There will be Crimson. Oh yes, we will paint the arena a nice, crimson, blood red… I am ready to carve my name in AK Andrews and Lethe, as well as into the foundation of FWA, as the inaugural FWA Firestorm Heavyweight Champion. And I promise, when I get my grasp on that championship, I will hold it for a long, long time. Now, unlike my opponents, I read the matches. This is a regular triple threat, not some electrified steel cage deathmatch as they depict it. Nope, just a regular showcase of talent.
Now, AK, I heard what you said about me. About how I’m a paper champ and don’t deserve my Fire and Ice Tag Team Championship. Listen, I’m well versed when it comes to championships, I have earned every damn award, title, championship that I’ve laid my hands on, and the Fire and Ice belts are no different. I have earned then alongside Dackle, and we’ll proudly defend them from the likes of you, if you’re ever ballsy enough to find a partner and challenge us. We’ve proven we’re a dominant force in FWA, and that’s the way it will stay until the end of days.
Black stretches and takes another swig of his drink before releasing a half smirk and speaking again.
And then, we got Lethe. A girl so head over heels for experiencing everything she’s doing because it seems to her she’s never done these things before. Listen kid, you’re in way over your head with this fight on Friday, I suggest you back out while you still can, because after I’ve crucified AK and knocked him off his high horse, I will drag you down from La-La-Land and (non sexually) pound you to a pulp.
Neither of you will be prepared to face me, because after I’ve climbed the ropes with one of, or hell both of you on my shoulders, and drop your asses through the matt, the inevitable will have happened, and Dylan Black will stand over you, victorious and glorious, with that FWA Firestorm Heavyweight Championship. And as always, I’ll proudly represent FWA as the true champion for eons to come.
The scene fades to black.
The day the biggest fluke in XHF history happened…
The day… the day AXW beat FWA at Xtraction 2017…
The opening shot of the video begins at Xtraction. We see Dylan Black duking it out with Scorpion as Storm Crow and Steven Dackle are battling in the corner. Scorpion tosses Black to the outside, and turns around to see Dackle, irish whipped by Storm Crow, running towards him ready to clothesline him over the top. He takes a quick step to the left. Black looks up to see Scorpion 2 feet from him geared for a clothesline, with a look on his face that reads “OH SHIT!” Black quickly realizes how dire his situation is and before he can physically react, is clotheslined off the apron into the barbed wire pit behind him. Screaming in pain, he tries to pick himself up out of the barbed wire pit and looks up to see Dackle land in front of him. As those final frames play out, the camera zooms out, suddenly coming out of Black’s eye.
We now see Dylan Black sitting in a luxurious leather chair, in a dimly lit room, the only light coming from a few candles placed about, giving the room an eerie vibe. Dylan tilts down just enough so you can see his mouth while he speaks, but not look into his cold, unloving eyes.
The 5 of us in FWA went into that match very overconfident, thinking we could beat a bunch of nobodies in some recently opened and forgetful show like AXW. But then, they disposed of Ozy. And after Ozy went Dackle and I. Then, after fucking up a 2 vs 1 scenario, Jackson and, last but not least, AK, went down in a pile of shit. We failed the FWA. And oh boy, yall are lucky you weren’t us, because Duke was livid. We were all almost fired. But, Duke decided we will repay our debts for our total fuck-up failure. And that’s why I was just in AWF, where I destroyed 5 other competitors. And I even got to take some shots at that ‘Icon” bastard, Chaos Kid.
But, they say the past is best left already written, so let us write the future.
Black shifts in his chair to a more comfortable position, and grabs a bottle of something, taking a swig before placing it back down and looking into the camera.
The twenty ninth of December, 2017. The last 2017 edition of FWA… we will see yours truly, Dylan Black, face off with two specimen of opponents, to say the least. AK Andrews, and “The Unknown” Lethe. I promise you all, that match will have carnage. It will have absolute annihilation…
There will be Crimson. Oh yes, we will paint the arena a nice, crimson, blood red… I am ready to carve my name in AK Andrews and Lethe, as well as into the foundation of FWA, as the inaugural FWA Firestorm Heavyweight Champion. And I promise, when I get my grasp on that championship, I will hold it for a long, long time. Now, unlike my opponents, I read the matches. This is a regular triple threat, not some electrified steel cage deathmatch as they depict it. Nope, just a regular showcase of talent.
Now, AK, I heard what you said about me. About how I’m a paper champ and don’t deserve my Fire and Ice Tag Team Championship. Listen, I’m well versed when it comes to championships, I have earned every damn award, title, championship that I’ve laid my hands on, and the Fire and Ice belts are no different. I have earned then alongside Dackle, and we’ll proudly defend them from the likes of you, if you’re ever ballsy enough to find a partner and challenge us. We’ve proven we’re a dominant force in FWA, and that’s the way it will stay until the end of days.
Black stretches and takes another swig of his drink before releasing a half smirk and speaking again.
And then, we got Lethe. A girl so head over heels for experiencing everything she’s doing because it seems to her she’s never done these things before. Listen kid, you’re in way over your head with this fight on Friday, I suggest you back out while you still can, because after I’ve crucified AK and knocked him off his high horse, I will drag you down from La-La-Land and (non sexually) pound you to a pulp.
Neither of you will be prepared to face me, because after I’ve climbed the ropes with one of, or hell both of you on my shoulders, and drop your asses through the matt, the inevitable will have happened, and Dylan Black will stand over you, victorious and glorious, with that FWA Firestorm Heavyweight Championship. And as always, I’ll proudly represent FWA as the true champion for eons to come.
The scene fades to black.
AK ANDREWS AND LETHE, AT FWA COLDWARS EPISODE 3, THE KRIMSON KRINGLE WILL STOP AT NOTHING, PUT EVERYTHING ON THE LINE TO CLAIM MY RIGHTFUL THRONE AS FWA FIRESTORM HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION! THE BATTLE HAS BEEN SET, YOU BEST NOT CROSS THE LINES OF WAR BECAUSE IF YOU DO, THERE'LL BE NO END TO THE MISERY AND SUFFERING I WILL CAUSE YOU AND YOUR LOVED ONES! AND THAT'S NOT A THEORY, IT'S REALITY, AND IT WILL BE PROVEN!
