Why we are the tag champs (Tag Title Match 2/4)
Jan 7, 2018 11:53:15 GMT -5
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Post by Dylan on Jan 7, 2018 11:53:15 GMT -5
The scene begins to Black decked out in his Darkness gear and black/red face paint. He toys with Crimson, poking and prodding at some nails and barbs, occasionally drawing some blood. He smirks and, while not looking up to see the viewers, begins to speak.
James Raymond, I heard what you said about me, about the Darkness. About how you watched us coming up through ICW and into FWA, and you were so mesmerised that you wanted to step in the ring with us, oh what a touching story!
Dylan Black spits on the ground and looks at the camera with a disgusted sneer, rolling his eyes.
Iโm fucking disgusted. I have to step in the ring, with a FAN. Not just a fan, someone who is a near-carbon copy of me! Letโs break it down - I prove I am a man of pure darkness of the heart and soul, he says he is a man of pure darkness of the heart and soul. I have my lovely Crimson, he just so happens to whip up a bootlegged version, nearly identical to mine albeit the key missing element; the barbed wire. Then he gently presses it against his face while Iโฆ
Dylan Black picks up Crimson and drags it down his face, drawing blood from the non-face painted half of his face
โฆwill draw my own blood with Crimson. THAT, that is trust between a man, and his weapon. You were afraid to hurt yourself, you have no trust. It also seems you have no trust in your partner as youโve barely made mention of him - that will lead to your downfall. You and Wyatt need to know each other, study, learn, before being successful. Yes, like you two, Dackle and I were thrown together on a whim, but unlike you two, we had fought together before and knew each others styles. We didnโt know how itโd work out, but god damn we meshed together like no other.
Dylan Black moves his jacket aside, to reveal the FWA Fire and Ice Tag Team Championship belt, solidifying his point of how well he and Dackle worked together. He pats the belt and cocks his head eeriely tothe side.
Now, uh, let me address the elephant in the room, quite literally. Mr. Kosloffโs hand picked right hand of jerk-offery and destruction, Rob Wyatt. Rob, youโve been nothing since you came in, all high and mighty, โcause โMe Rob Wyatt, here comes the pain! The gods built me strong, and forgot to give me braaaaainsโฆโ
Black stumbles around like a zombie for a moment, imitating the Doctor of Chaos and cackling like the insane madman he is.
Now, Robby boy, where are ya? Iโve seen no light of this match made by you, youโve let your partner do all the heavy lifting. Think the cheap ways the fucken way to go? NAH AH! Iโm sure Raymond wonโt want ta carry your lard ass through the match and, on the slight off chance yall fucken win, through various other defences later on in life.
Black shakes his head as he continues to speak and looks into the camera, smirking.
There's just no way you two can win. There's so many flaws, your chances are slimmer than a slim jim. Look, I'll keep these short and sweet for you two; Darkness, true, unrefined darkness, like Dackle and I, is unstoppable.
The camera fades to black, with a crimson-red logo appearing on the screen.
James Raymond, I heard what you said about me, about the Darkness. About how you watched us coming up through ICW and into FWA, and you were so mesmerised that you wanted to step in the ring with us, oh what a touching story!
Dylan Black spits on the ground and looks at the camera with a disgusted sneer, rolling his eyes.
Iโm fucking disgusted. I have to step in the ring, with a FAN. Not just a fan, someone who is a near-carbon copy of me! Letโs break it down - I prove I am a man of pure darkness of the heart and soul, he says he is a man of pure darkness of the heart and soul. I have my lovely Crimson, he just so happens to whip up a bootlegged version, nearly identical to mine albeit the key missing element; the barbed wire. Then he gently presses it against his face while Iโฆ
Dylan Black picks up Crimson and drags it down his face, drawing blood from the non-face painted half of his face
โฆwill draw my own blood with Crimson. THAT, that is trust between a man, and his weapon. You were afraid to hurt yourself, you have no trust. It also seems you have no trust in your partner as youโve barely made mention of him - that will lead to your downfall. You and Wyatt need to know each other, study, learn, before being successful. Yes, like you two, Dackle and I were thrown together on a whim, but unlike you two, we had fought together before and knew each others styles. We didnโt know how itโd work out, but god damn we meshed together like no other.
Dylan Black moves his jacket aside, to reveal the FWA Fire and Ice Tag Team Championship belt, solidifying his point of how well he and Dackle worked together. He pats the belt and cocks his head eeriely tothe side.
Now, uh, let me address the elephant in the room, quite literally. Mr. Kosloffโs hand picked right hand of jerk-offery and destruction, Rob Wyatt. Rob, youโve been nothing since you came in, all high and mighty, โcause โMe Rob Wyatt, here comes the pain! The gods built me strong, and forgot to give me braaaaainsโฆโ
Black stumbles around like a zombie for a moment, imitating the Doctor of Chaos and cackling like the insane madman he is.
Now, Robby boy, where are ya? Iโve seen no light of this match made by you, youโve let your partner do all the heavy lifting. Think the cheap ways the fucken way to go? NAH AH! Iโm sure Raymond wonโt want ta carry your lard ass through the match and, on the slight off chance yall fucken win, through various other defences later on in life.
Black shakes his head as he continues to speak and looks into the camera, smirking.
There's just no way you two can win. There's so many flaws, your chances are slimmer than a slim jim. Look, I'll keep these short and sweet for you two; Darkness, true, unrefined darkness, like Dackle and I, is unstoppable.
The camera fades to black, with a crimson-red logo appearing on the screen.
