Post by Dylan on Feb 14, 2018 20:44:36 GMT -5
..:: JANUARY 28TH, 2018 ::..
We’re just moments after The Darkness’ elimination from the Kings of Winter match, where they failed to capture the XHF Tag Team Champions from still-reigning champs The GUNs. We see Dackle walk back through guerilla first, and there’s a look in his eyes that we have yet to see before. A look of fear. Limping after him is his partner Dylan Black, who is radiating an anger unlike something they’ve ever seen from him before. Dackle, having worked closely with Black since their inception as a tag team, knows what’s about to go down. He turns and sees Black pick up Crimson, and he knew at this moment that shit was about to hit the fan. Black lifts up Crimson, and with a sadistic look on his face, slams it into some light tubes.
Black: WHERE THE FUCK IS KOSLOFF?!
Black screams at the top of his lungs, drawing the attention of some nearby backstage hands and various roster members of the XHF Network. They all see a dangerous madman holding a spiked and barbed wire wrapped baseball bat, and are eager to scurry away if and while they can. Seeing no one with an answer, Black storms off backstage towards the locker rooms, with Dackle and a few trailing security guards. He sees multiple doors with various company logos on them. Finding the FWA door, he literally kicks it down, leading him to a hallway with more doors leading to the actual locker rooms. He then swings Crimson into a door with Jordan Rayburn and Kira Izumi on the other side, swinging the door open. In the room with them are a few nearly nude Japanese women who scream as a psychotic man holding a bat with nails and barbed wire is standing in the doorway. Quickly scanning the room, and unsatisfied with what he sees, walks out. He proceeds to do this with various doors, including the doors for Lethe, Jackson Grace, Leon Savage, and even his own door, among others. Inside his room, things have been smashed or destroyed, and a small fire started in the waste bin. This enrages Black even more, as he dumps out the contents and stomps the fire out. Walking back out, he scans each door with his eyes, not willing to waste more time in false rooms. He walks up to a door that reads “D. KOSLOFF,” and slowly a smile creeps onto his face.
Black: So this has to be where the bastard went into hiding…
Black grabs at the doorknob and, finding no luck manually opening it, takes a few steps back and charges at the door, slamming his shoulder into it. The door flies open and he finds… nothing. Everything has been packed away neatly and it looks like Duke Kosloff was never in here to begin with. Well.. almost. There is a knife stuck into the wall, with a note hanging from it. Black picks it up and begins to read aloud.
Black: ‘Dylan Black. If you’re reading this, I have already fled back to Russia with my cousin Levi. You have no chance of finding us again. Sucks to suck, “comrade,” you were nothing but a failed experiment. Have fun sitting in the shadows of my Soviet Chaos partner’s sister. ~Duke Kosloff’
Black stares at the note and slowly crumbles it up in his hand. He sighs and drops it on the ground. He then walks out and coming down the hall are Leon Savage, some FWA… er, RWA officials, and even Mongo the Destroyer peaks his head around the corner. Leon approaches Black and Black gets right in his face.
Black: Where is Kosloff?
Leon: Kosloff is gone. You no longer have to answer to him, kid. You have no reason to be searching for him now. He’s got nothing to do with the company you work for.
Black: Oh, is that so, Leon? I guess your blind ass missed it when I GOT SCREWED OUT OF MY FIRESTORM HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPIONSHIP OPPORTUNITY!
Leon: Calm down, Dylan.
Black: CALM DOWN?! I JUST SCREWED OUT OF A HUGE OPPORTUNITY AND YOU’RE TELLING ME I NEED TO CALM DOWN LIKE THAT MATCH WASN’T WORTH SHIT!
By now, this confrontation has attracted the attention of a multitude of people, including XHF Network higher ups, superstars and reporters, among others. Black begins to move forward, forcing Leon to move backwards into the wall. Realizing he now has nowhere to go and one of the most dangerous men on his newly bought roster just inches from him, he begins to think fast.
Leon: Black, Black, Black. Let’s not get rash. I have a proposition.
Black stares into the Savage’s eyes, sensing his fear and smirking.
Leon: I do agree, you were unfairly cheated of an opportunity at the gold. Now, with the rebranding of the FWA into RWA in a few weeks, I have an idea. I will give you another shot to earn your chance for the belt. You will fight Jackson Grace with a shot at Lethe’s championship on the line.
Black smiles and takes a step back, beginning to leave. Dackle breathes a sigh of relief. Crisis averted, he thinks to himself. Just as Black begins to leave, Leon speaks up.
Leon: Um, Mr. Black? One more thing.
Black stops and turns his head ever so slightly back towards his new boss, in silence.
Leon: Your match, with Grace? It’s a submissions only match.
With that said, Leon and his security posse rush out of the scene before they feel the wrath of Black. Black stands there, his head turned back forward, thinking aloud to himself.
Black: What is this? A fucking joke? Making this a submissions only match just because I “tapped out” he makes quotation marks with his fingers while saying this to Lethe? Bastard’s lucky he stepped out as he said that, or he’d have felt the wrath of Crimson.
Dackle steps up to Black and puts his hand on his shoulder.
Dackle: My brother in Darkness, perhaps we dwell more on future opportunities, rather than screwjobs of the past. You were unfairly screwed from your Firestorm Heavyweight Championship shot, and even more so from the GUNs giving us the #2 slot in that Kings of Winter match. It’s no matter though. You’ll be Grace, and I’ll beat Lethe, and we’ll destroy her. Show her the true, damaged side of the Darkness. And the GUNs? Without question, they’ll be kneeling at our feet soon enough.
Black slowly nods and walks back into his locker room, and noticed his Fire and Ice Tag Team Championship on the ground. He packs it up with the rest if his stuff, and walks out of XHF Supremacy, taking the next flight out to Boston, with the scene being consumed with a huge puff of black smoke.
..:: FEBRUARY 2ND, 2018 ::..
Dylan Black is walking down the hallway of an apartment complex, looking at each door as he passes by while dragging along his suitcase. He stops in front of an unmarked door and pulls a set of keys out of his pocket, fumbling with them for a moment before grasping the proper key and inserting it into the door, unlocking it. The door swings open and he stands in the doorway, staring at the inner sanctions of his apartment. He sighs, and slowly limps into his apartment, shutting the door and dropping his suitcase with a muffled thud on the carpeted floor. He limps over to the bed, favoring his left leg, and flair flops on it like a sack of potatoes. Groaning, he rolls over and lays on his back, wincing in the pain he still felt from his adventures at Supremacy days prior. He closes his eyes, reminiscing in something as the bathroom door flies open, and out walks his girlfriend Margaret, fresh out of the shower with a towel around her head and in a sports bra and booty shorts, with a towel wrapped around her head. She walks around the corner into the bedroom and sees Black there, laying on the bed, and runs over, hopping up onto and straddling him, before embracing him in a big hug, nearly squeezing all the air out of him. She leans down for a quick kiss and rolls off, giving him a chance to breathe. She sits up and beams down at him as he lays there panting.
Margaret: So.. how was the triiip?
Black: Did you watch it on the TV?
Margaret: …..yeah.
Black: Then you know how it went.
Black winces as he tries to sit up to properly look at Margaret.
Margaret: Well, as long as you tried your best babe! You went in front of millions of fans and proved why you’re one of the greatest of this generation!
Black: I proved I wasn’t good enough. Maybe…. Maybe everyone was right. Maybe I’m not good enough for prime time. Maybe, maybe I should be stuck as that midcard guy who everyone says is great but truly, well, sucks.
Margaret has an emotionless look on her face, before rearing back and slapping Dylan. Hard. So hard he falls out of the bed onto the floor. With a cold tone in her voice, and an angry look on her face, she gets off the bed and stands over Dylan.
Margaret: Who the fuck are you?
Dylan, still holding his face, slowly stares up, marveling at the sudden strength and anger that’s overcome his love interest. He tries to talk, to say something, but can barely stutter.
Margaret: Did I stutter? WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU, DYLAN BLACK! ARE YOU A PUSSY ASS BITCH WHO TAPS TO CHICKS AND GETS HANDED SHIT, OR ARE YOU THE BADASS BONAFIED MAIN EVENTING MOTHERFUCKER WHO PROVED THE SECOND, THE GODDAMNED SECOND HE STEPPED FOOT IN THIS INDUSTRY, THAT HE BELONGED ON TOP FOR THE WHOLE WORLD TO LOOK UP TO AS HE LOOKED DOWN ANY PITIED THOSE WHO KNEELED AT HIS FEET? HUH? WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU?
Margaret is right up in Black’s face, screaming at him, fueled with anger, and Black stands there astonished. He had no idea she had this fire in her. He then does the only thing he knows to do, and pulls her to him as he falls on her bed, and kisses her. She pushes off after a few seconds with a still angry look.
Margaret: You never answered my damn question, asshole.
Black: I know, but you’re a fucking genius babe.
Margaret: Excuse me?
Black: Oh, don’t play dumb, I know exactly what you were doing, and by god it worked! I know just what to do! Thanks babe, you’re a genius fucking lifesaver!
Black gives her a quick peck on the cheek, walks over to his briefcase, picks some clothes out and walks into the bathroom, slamming the door shut behind him. The camera pans back to Margaret, who is wearing a devilish grin on her face.
Margaret: One way or another, I know how to get his gears grinding and turning.
She pulls the towel off her head and flips her hair back before collapsing back on the bed with a smile on her face, and her eyes closed as the scene fades to black.
..:: THE FOLLOWING SEGMENT WAS RECORDED AT AN UNKNOWN TIME, AND POSTED TO THE RWA WEBSITE ON FEBRUARY 14TH, 2018 AT 8:47 PM EST::..
The scene begins in total darkness. Pitch black. Absolutely nothing. A little scuffle can be heard in the background and a stroby type of light flickers on and moves to the face of Dylan Black. He has a few thick strands of hair dangling over his painted face as he grins and looks at the light he holds in his hands. The light bounces weird shadows off Black’s face and the environment. A few freeze frames could reveal items such as a clock tick-tick-ticking away behind a wire cage, his FWA Fire and Ice Tag Team Championship, a can of gasoline, and a golden lighter. Closer inspection reveals it says.. or rather, did say “Kosloff” on it. That has been scratched out and carved into it, is “Black.” The camera pans back and the light grows a bit brighter to show he's sitting in a wooden rocking chair in a little cozy shack. Except there ain't nothing cozy here, as the camera also reveals chipping pain, rotting floorboards, and just poor housekeeping in general. The camera eventually focuses on Black’s face as he prepares to speak.
Black: They say light can penetrate the darkness. They say light's the fastest thing in existence. They say that the light always prevails. Look, no matter how many weird, philosophical ways I say that bullshit, it’s of no matter. Jacky boy, you have finally succumbed to the dark side. So let me be the first to welcome you to the darkside. (super sarcastic tone of voice) We have cookies.
Jackson, Jackson, Jackson Grace. The man who was so jealous of the spotlight being taken off of him and put onto young stars with actual talent. Not gonna lie, Grace, never knew you had that mean streak in ya. From one man fucked over by the Kosloff to another, with interference costing you your title and shoddy officiating and shady backstage deals costing me mine. It’s painfully obvious that Lethe is..er, was in the bosses pocket, and we both want a piece of that two faced “champ.” And to get said piece, we gotta tear the house down and show FWA why we are the top stars. Except… we’re not gonna “tear the house down.” he says as he makes air quotes I’m going to tear you apart, brick by brick, sin by sin, limb from limb.
Now in all seriousness Jackson, you say I should let the adults worry about the big gold belt and focus on the Jungle Assault Championship. If I call, your adult ass paraded around like he was king while wearing the strap, but boy, you sure ain’t worth shit now that you lost it. Hell, maybe the guy who needs a cozy spot in the midcard is you, since you sure as hell ain’t able to keep up with us superstars, old man.
Now before I see you at Jungle Assault, there’s one more elephant in the room to address.
Dylan Black stands up and turns the brightness of the light up more so we can see the room in all its detail.
Black: Duke… Kosloff… where you at, buddy? What, are you afraid of little ol’ me? You afraid of the “little boy” you had big plans for? Pfft, that’s utter garbage. I heard your fucking excuses, if you could even call them that, about why you cost me what would have been MY championship. First off, you told me to forfeit the match against Lethe on episode 1. The “backdoor deals” again, air quotes with Levi were his payment for abducting Scorpion, like you had asked me to. And me trying to aid the competition against FWA? The fuck? When in the hell was this ? I am quite honestly baffled by that third statement. The only thing you proved in that interview with Nelly where you explained your actions was that you’re full of shit! The real reason Lethe won is because she’s the little sister of Chaos Kid, and you want to protect your relationship with him to regain your ICW Tag Team Championships in a few months time.
Black picks up the Fire and Ice Tag Team Championship, looking down upon it for a moment, before dropping it at his feet.
Black: What’s that thing you always said, Duke? "Feel the burn?"
Black steps around the chair and picks up the can of gasoline, taking in a deep breath.
Black: I always loved the smell of gasoline.
Black begins to sloppily pour the gasoline all over the floor, the chair, the championship, everything in the room. He makes sure to leave a nice, heavy coat of gas on the floor that’ll soak in and enfuse itself with the little shack. He then pours a trail to the outside, showing us the natural environment in which this has been taking place. It is a pretty secluded area, by a lake with very few burnable objects nearby. He empties the gas can, making a long winding path around the outside of the house. He even splashes some on the walls. He tosses the empty gas can inside and picks up the lighter with “Kosloff” scratched out on it. He lights it, and looks into the camera.
Black: Everything burns, folks. Kosloff, I hope you’re watching because soon, I’ll make your precious paper champ FEEL THE BURN!!!
Black ignites the lighter, and tosses it over his shoulder like rice at a wedding. The lighter falls in slow motion to a daunting song as it falling to ignite the flames. All of a sudden, there’s a freeze frame and Seth Rollins’ theme plays. The vocalist screams “BURN IT DOOOOOWN!” as the lighter hits the gas and we quickly speed up to the fire engulfing the shack. We switch angles to Dylan Black walking away, making a badass action shot. He walks past the camera as the music slowly begins to fade away. We cut to a different shot, of the FWA Fire and Ice Tag Team Championship being engulfed in flames and slowly melting into a puddle of metals. The audio and video quickly cut to black silence, as an ear-piercing scream is heard and blood drops down on the screen, accompanied with some diabolical laughter, The blood begins to spell out letters, eventually spelling out “Violence will reign” as the Darkness logo fades in.
..:: END SCENE ::..
