Post by Dylan Black on Apr 18, 2018 19:51:30 GMT -5
Tick, tock. Around the Clock.
A few flashes of light. A commotion. Dark silence…
Tick, tock. Around the Clock.
The Riot in the Ring poster is shown, alongside a light swinging from side to side, throwing light at various angles across the poster. Fade to black.
Tick, tock. Around the Clock.
Some grainy footage kicks in, displaying the Riot in the Ring match from just a few nights prior. The Killer, The Brotherhood, Brewer, and Johnny3tears are all in the ring. The crowd counts down.
The Crimson Dragon runs down, immediately kicking Mike Lio out of the ring. A few cuts to 3tears, Killer, and Johnny Bulldog all being eliminated, leaving Crimson, Brewer, and Dylan Black all in the ring. The three are beating the absolute hell out of each other. Brewer throws Black out, but Black skins the cat. He turns around, and a boot right in the family jewels. A moment later, and Brewer throws him out for good. The footage pauses.
Black: 41 minutes. I was in that ring for 41 minutes, kicking ass and taking names, Then, this faker, this wannabe Crimson Dragon, comes out distracts me from my true purpose, my one bit of satisfaction that I oh so craved.
Brewer…
Two seasons in a row, that bastard threw me out of the Riot match. I had my opportunity to throw him out, right last season’s wrong. But you got in the way, didn’t you, Crimson?
A light flickers on and Dylan Black is sitting in a rocking chair, inside of a shipping container. He smiles at the camera and stands up, flipping his lock hair back behind his head.
Black: I have a bone to pick with you, Crimson. You come out to the Riot, acting like the big shitstain you must believe yourself to be, I had one objective for winning the Riot, and that was dispose of Brewer. But boy, were you a major distraction. It was supposed to be he and I in the final two, but you came to blows with me on more than one occasion. I lost track of my objective, and subsequently lost the Riot.
Black puts a hand to his head, sighing. Licking his lips, he looks back at the camera.
Black: I’ve gotta say, I’m quite intrigued by that offer you proposed last night. A one on one bout with you. It’s most definitely something I’m interested in. I’d love to kick the shit out of your weakling body, and expose who you really are.
You want a match? You’ll get a fight for your life, a brawl like none other. I might ever say we should let the Thunderdome PPV host this match. A one on one bout where I’ll beat you within an inch of your life, and…no, I won’t expose you. Mike says that's his territory, and I'll respect that.
Black shutters, and he begins to talk to himself.
Black: You’re not light that anymore, you’re a good hearted person. You want retribution, take him the way you know best.
Black looks back at the camera, smiling more warmly and offering a lighter mood to the video.
Black: Tell you what, “Crimson.” I’ll gladly accept your challenge. It’ll be on my terms, but I’d love to get a little payback for you screwing me over at the Riot. I’d love another opportunity to prove something.
Black fades out into his last match, the “dream match” with CJ Busha, where he claimed a flawless victory, showcasing why he is the greatest pure wrestler of this generation in GWA. Black fades back in with a stern look on his face.
Black: A chance to prove that I…am…BULLETPROOF!
Fade to black, end scene.
A few flashes of light. A commotion. Dark silence…
Tick, tock. Around the Clock.
The Riot in the Ring poster is shown, alongside a light swinging from side to side, throwing light at various angles across the poster. Fade to black.
Tick, tock. Around the Clock.
Some grainy footage kicks in, displaying the Riot in the Ring match from just a few nights prior. The Killer, The Brotherhood, Brewer, and Johnny3tears are all in the ring. The crowd counts down.
[…5…]
[…4…]
[…3…]
[…2…]
[…1…]
The Crimson Dragon runs down, immediately kicking Mike Lio out of the ring. A few cuts to 3tears, Killer, and Johnny Bulldog all being eliminated, leaving Crimson, Brewer, and Dylan Black all in the ring. The three are beating the absolute hell out of each other. Brewer throws Black out, but Black skins the cat. He turns around, and a boot right in the family jewels. A moment later, and Brewer throws him out for good. The footage pauses.
Black: 41 minutes. I was in that ring for 41 minutes, kicking ass and taking names, Then, this faker, this wannabe Crimson Dragon, comes out distracts me from my true purpose, my one bit of satisfaction that I oh so craved.
Brewer…
Two seasons in a row, that bastard threw me out of the Riot match. I had my opportunity to throw him out, right last season’s wrong. But you got in the way, didn’t you, Crimson?
A light flickers on and Dylan Black is sitting in a rocking chair, inside of a shipping container. He smiles at the camera and stands up, flipping his lock hair back behind his head.
Black: I have a bone to pick with you, Crimson. You come out to the Riot, acting like the big shitstain you must believe yourself to be, I had one objective for winning the Riot, and that was dispose of Brewer. But boy, were you a major distraction. It was supposed to be he and I in the final two, but you came to blows with me on more than one occasion. I lost track of my objective, and subsequently lost the Riot.
Black puts a hand to his head, sighing. Licking his lips, he looks back at the camera.
Black: I’ve gotta say, I’m quite intrigued by that offer you proposed last night. A one on one bout with you. It’s most definitely something I’m interested in. I’d love to kick the shit out of your weakling body, and expose who you really are.
You want a match? You’ll get a fight for your life, a brawl like none other. I might ever say we should let the Thunderdome PPV host this match. A one on one bout where I’ll beat you within an inch of your life, and…no, I won’t expose you. Mike says that's his territory, and I'll respect that.
Black shutters, and he begins to talk to himself.
Black: You’re not light that anymore, you’re a good hearted person. You want retribution, take him the way you know best.
Black looks back at the camera, smiling more warmly and offering a lighter mood to the video.
Black: Tell you what, “Crimson.” I’ll gladly accept your challenge. It’ll be on my terms, but I’d love to get a little payback for you screwing me over at the Riot. I’d love another opportunity to prove something.
Black fades out into his last match, the “dream match” with CJ Busha, where he claimed a flawless victory, showcasing why he is the greatest pure wrestler of this generation in GWA. Black fades back in with a stern look on his face.
Black: A chance to prove that I…am…BULLETPROOF!
Fade to black, end scene.