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| Howell vs. Academy Member vs. Winchester | |
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| Topic Started: Jun 24 2013, 05:52 PM (124 Views) | |
| Mr. D | Jun 24 2013, 05:52 PM Post #1 |
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The SCW Owner and Leader of the Nation of Moderation
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Dylan Howell vs. A Member of the Academy vs. Gable Winchester 3 RP limit Deadline: Noon EST July 4, 2013 |
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| The Academy | Jul 4 2013, 07:30 AM Post #2 |
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SCREW THE RULES! I HAVE MONEY!
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[align=center] ![]() WELCOME TO THE CHROMAZONE![/align] There comes a point in every person's life where they are granted a choice. The choice to either do one thing or another. A genetic impression of resolving an ultimatum is exposed. Now, you have set one which is called "flight". These kind of people use their genetics as a sense of fleeing. Like the gazelle or even the small ant, these creatures have an understanding of the concept of "living to fight another day". That's their belief, you might even call it their faith. Then on the other side of the chromosomal spectrum, you have the other set, which is called "fight". Those with this genetic disposition are ones that prefer "fighting" to running. These people will fight tooth and claw to achieve something or even just to defend themselves. Don't worry: this isn't a science lesson. I'm not interested in educating anyone. Don't think I'm qualified to do so. But I think it's important that I lay down some ground work here before I get too carried away in what I am about to do. See: I'm a fighter. I always have been. Running away has never really been who I am. Why run away from something when it's just as easy to go through them? Foolish? Perhaps, but it's what I am. And what I also am is tired. For those of you who don't me, my name is Lexington Stalfos. For those of you that do and have been cheering my name, you can imagine why I am tired. See, I represent a little group funded by a very rich and very smart man. A group that has lately gone on to "pick" which of its members are to wrestle and which ones aren't. Interesting take. Not really been done before as far as I know. Kinda like a "free-birds" kind of rule. Except I do not get picked. Seriously, my last match was against Ivan Kirov and I silenced that Russian before everyone else started doing it. That was how long ago? I've become the poster-boy of The Academy, the most popular guy on it and it's always someone other than me selected to represent the company, the people, that have become kinda like my family. I don't hold any contempt towards Johnny Dollar. He's building something, setting things in motion that I cannot possibly understand or even guess to. But I came into this world of SCW to show its universe of people what I can do. I'm a fighter. It's what I do. And I'm here to fight for something. It's in my genetic coding. So I'm not giving Dollar the chance this time to come forward with his "choice". There is no "lottery drawing" and there is no "surprise" in store for either Gable Winchester or Dylan Howell. Nor is there a "survey" or "choice" for the audience that will be revealed on an episode of "Wall-Street Journal". I am beating it all to the punch and saying: It's me. I, Lexington Stalfos, will be facing these two men at Supreme Saturday. Why? Because I cannot wait anymore. I cannot sit on the sidelines and watch people like Joseph Englider and Carolina Crane get their chances while I am the only person in the Academy to remain undefeated in this federation. I can't wait anymore. I've been fighting my own genetic coding...fighting myself when I should be fighting those in SCW instead. Fighting people like Dylan Howell. Yes, I am well aware that you are the wildcard in this match, tossed in for a filler or some kind of "trick up the sleeve" scenario. Granted, when it comes to someone being "a wildcard", you seem to have that gimmick down. Perhaps "shock and awe" is your genetic gift, like how a chameleon can change its colors to avoid its pray. You seem to thrive when no one thinks of you. When no one's looking for you. When no one expected Dylan Howell in the "Taking Hold of the Flame Battle Royale", you came in and made quite a showing. Didn't win but who says you have to be at the top of the food chain to be deadly? I surely didn't cause then I'd be the one looking stupid and not the third guy in this match. But I'm not talking about him. I'm talking about you, Howell. And what I also seem to remember is how you saved the World Champion Syren by attacking Matt Hodges in a "surprise" little twist of a match last Breakdown. It's what people are really talking about. Hell, Matt Hodges might just as well get involved in this match, so that throws a whole different set of unforeseen variables...anomalies...into the fray. But it doesn't erase what we are and what we can do. And you my friend, are a fighter. You choose to fight. What? You were expecting me to go into the "morals" of your interference? Yeah, not going to happen. I don't care why you did it and I don't care what your motivation is in coming back here to SCW. Cause it doesn't affect me. It doesn't do anything except say "this is why you're fighting". Thing is, morals and reasons are all good but all they are are things people let others know so they feel justified in their actions. Doesn't change that they are going to do whatever they decided to do. Doesn't change a damn thing. So I don't care about knowing, Dylan. Whatever you do, you're going to do it. You're a fighter. You prefer to rush in and fists waving and screaming and getting the job done. I can see it in your eyes and in your matches, even with that loss to Blitzkrieg. But why the need for secrecy, Dylan? Why the need to "not let people know"? I'm talking about "motivation in the act", I'm talking about "need for the dark". You know, fighters and predators all have a certain strategy. A way of "catching their prey" and "getting the job done". Certain falcons have speed and their claws. Others have glands in their eyes to shoot out chemicals at their enemies. I find that information more valuable than motive. It's valuable because that is what I need to know when taking on a fellow fighter like yourself. Not that I expect you to suddenly become a porcupine and shoot quills at me, but your strategy is important to understand. Your style and strategy affects me. And to be frank, you've seen content to hide away, like the spider in the boroughs or a fox in his hole until you spring out and strike. Effective, but predictable. It's something to consider because, though you are a fighter, it seems that once you take away the surprise, take away the foxhole, and suddenly you have difficulty getting by. As I said, you did lose to Blitzkrieg. And you haven't really won a match of any significance since you got back, have you? So, the question remains: if Dylan Howell is weakened when exposed and there's nowhere to hide and wait, what can I, the Humanomaly, do to ensure that you remain exposed? To press my advantage of superior strength, speed and stamina? Cause we're not in just a "singles match" you and I. We're in a triple threat match. So if I focus on you, then I might lose track of the other, but if I focus on the other, I'd just be giving you that foxhole to hide into, come out of nowhere and take from me. I'd be getting you at your most advantageous moment, wouldn't I? And to be honest: I'm not interested in dealing with that right now. Cause I don't think either you or Gable Winchester understand what this match is really about. I doubt Gable understands anything that's going on in this world of SCW. See, Gable has had the worse string of luck lately. There's a reason he's always on "the Stock Drops" of Johnny Dollar's "The Wall-Street Journal". Gable's a horrible wrestler with even less credibility than someone like Greg Cherry. But there's one thing he has that neither Dylan or I have. A free ticket. He has that Trios Tournament shot that allows him any match at any time. He has solidity in his future. I'd be lying if I said I didn't envy that about you, Gable. Cause at the end of it all, you're barely a wrestler compared to someone like me. You stand next to me and it's clear that the world is sure that I could crush you. Hell, I'm sure I could crush you. But you still have that damn briefcase. No matter how much I beat you into the ground, you're still entitled to a match of your own choice. I can't take that away and I can't make you see this match for what it truly is. Look at the Rise to Greatness card. You see the biggest event in SCW history and right now, I'm not on it. I find that troubling. You may be able to smirk and grin, Gable, while parading yourself backstage, which seems to be all you do these days, that and losing, but you have that luxury. You have the ability to do so. I don't. I don't have the time or the ability to just "run away" like someone like Devon Kayl would. Like you do. I don't have time to walk around backstage and strut in front of ex-girlfriends. The biggest show of SCW history is coming up and I don't have anything booked. Do you know what that means, Gable? It means right now, I'm not set to fight. And if I can't fight on the biggest night of all time, then how am I going to go up to my proper place on the SCW chain? How am I going to proceed further? How am I going to ever get my chance to fight someone like David Helms? Blitzkrieg? I don't have a "guarantee" like you do, Gable. I don't have a "Get out of jail free card". I have to act now. I have to fight now. I have to win now. That's what this match is about. Not simply dominating but winning. Having to win. Beating two people like you and Howell is merely the first step. It's merely the first take. It has to happen because if Breakdown proved anything, it proved that Mr. D., our boss, is watching us. And more than that, he's rewarding people that he sees as a success. That means there is still a chance for me. This is the time for me to be out there. For me to fight. Fight you and fight Howell and take that chance. Make no mistake in my words, Gable. I may know that I am fighting two men, but there is a reason I am confident in my strategy to keep my eye on Howell and avoid his little foxy-trickery and not worry so much about you. He may be a fighter, but you, dear boy, are not. You're a "flee", a man of flight. You run around like an insect...like a flea...buzzing around heads and running away when the odds get to heavy, all the while saying "the time is near" in your high-pitched squeal. What time is near, Gable? Did you not have a chance to be the number one contender for the United States Championship? What happened? Did you not have an opportunity to defeat some of the best of SCW? What happened? Oh yeah, you lost. And when that Trios Tournament shot of yours is cashed in, you'll lose again. It's in your DNA, Gable, to be the misnomer. "The Man of Win" who can't help but lose. Breakdown was proof of your status. You want to mouth off to Johnny Dollar. You even try to suckerpunch him on Breakdown. He's retired. He's a manager and promoter now. It's easy, even for you. But the minute I walk into your line of sight, oh no punch for Lexington. Even with your dog, Jack, it's "run away, little flea". To boldly flee where no other flea has fled before. Hey, it's better than "TRIOS TOURNAMENT, BABY!". Yes, Gable, I look at Howell and I see a crafty fox. One I have to keep my eyes on. One that just might steal the victory right from under me. He also may be my opening if Hodges is looking for revenge and gets me my chance. I'm not afraid to admit that I will use any opening I can to secure a place for Rise to Greatness. Because both you and Howell would do the exact same thing, despite your difference. But he is the bigger threat. I look at you and I don't see a threat. I see a lucky little flea. And while it's been amusing to watch you struggle with your career, I'm done just watching. I'm done waiting. This match is about cementing a standing, gaining a foothold at Rise to Greatness. For once, I am going to agree with Joseph Englider. It's about getting noticed. It's about making things happen, boys. And you won't get that by buzzing around or hiding in a fox-hole. You'll get that by fighting. You'll get that by winning. And both of these two things I am rather good at. Or did you guys miss the fact that I have yet to be defeated inside that SCW ring? Just go visit Ivan Kirov if he's still in the hospital. Skype him if he's in Russia. He'll tell you how I planted him for the easy 3. I dont care what it takes in this match on this night. I don't care what it takes to get the job done. Like every member of the Academy, I am out there to be noticed and I am out there to continue my survival...my evolution towards greatness. Rise to Greatness. And whether I pull you, Dylan, out of the shadows long enough to pin you to the mat or I just follow the trend and pin Gable Winchester like every other superstar has done, I WILL be winning this match tonight. I don't have the time to be anything else. Supreme Saturday: a look into the future and perhaps the greatest chance I have at Rise to Greatness. Representing the Academy... WELCOME TO THE CHROMAZONE! |
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| Gable Winchester | Jul 4 2013, 10:26 AM Post #3 |
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Legend Thriller Extraordinaire
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OOC: long story short, various factors almost caused me to no show, but I had a change of heart and rustled this up at work... short and sweet. good luck folks! I have to apologise to all of my Gable-ites, for I have let each and every one of you down! [I bow my head in shame] You have been showing me all of your support through some trying times and that makes it worse for me to have to stand in front of you all like this... You put all of your faith in me to do the one thing we all wanted but didn't want to say out loud until this point... And I allowed my fear of catching Bubonic Plague to distract me from driving a woman who had been a persistent thorn in my side once upon a time, to finally do the right thing for the first time in her life! [I shake my head and sigh] I gave Stacy the excuse to not take a long jump off a short pier when that catastrophic event happened and for that, I can only apologise and hope you all can forgive me; as I now have to move on from the most devastating day of my life since I MET Stacy, and walk into a match that's a little more to my liking... A match that pits me against Dylan Howell and a member of The Kindergarten... Sorry, The Academy... [I chuckle slightly] Now Howell, I will address you shortly but first I feel like I am obliged to talk about this member of Johnny Dime's playgroup first because quite frankly, I'm getting tired of this song and dance... This fashion of you and yours always managing to stick your collective beaks in my business... I'm glad you have dispatched with the cloak and dagger nonsense Lexi, because quite frankly I was hoping that you would be drawn to come to this barn-dance of ours as it seems like you are indeed the 'star' of your group for whatever reason... But what I NOW know is that the aforementioned reason is NOT for your intelligence! You disappointed me beyond belief Lexi because you fell into the same routine that everyone does in this company as you lack imagination and obviously have been taking motivational speeches from Johnny too seriously as I thought it was actually him speaking through you like a ventriloquist does his dummy... Are you seriously telling me I don't know what's going on in this company... The very same company you have been in for all of five minutes in comparison to me? If we are going down the path of simplicity in this instant Mr Stalfos, I will play... How many times have you been a champion in this company? Fifteen times? Ten times... No? Five times? No!? Oh my Lord, do you mean to tell me that someone stole all three of the replica belts you had from your fruitful title reigns just so you wouldn't have any proof of them when trying to have a pissing contest with The Man Of Win?! Oh the inhumanity of it Lexi! We should get Mr Douche on the case with this one as its clearly not right that these accolades aren't visible for me to see as you so clearly have done it all to be able to lecture me on my unfortunate lack of victories lately... Oh wait, you mean... In the time you've been in SCW you haven't won any titles or done anything of worth up to now?! And I'm actually supposed to take your "warning" seriously? Really? You might call yourself the humanomaly... But I prefer the term "Dollar's Bitch-Boy" as he has clearly done a number on you! You envy me for my contract that I EARNED?! Then do something about it! Make people notice you by doing the extraordinary as I did, instead of putting a nice spin on everything just like Daddy Dollar does! [I sneer in disgust at the ignorance and disrespect I should have expected but unfortunately didn't] But at least there's you Howell, I admit to not talking to you backstage or anything like that but find myself agreeing with some of Lexi's ass kissing... You are a fighter and have ridiculously gifted wrestling blood flowing through your veins... And taking the fight to Blitz like you did... Inspirational! Unlike Dollar's puppet over there, I do look forward to having this match for the sheer reason I want to test my mettle against you and its a shame he's gonna muddy the water with his 'roided up physique... You brought tears of joy to my eyes when you terrorised Jakey Boy and for that reason alone I have a Hell of a lot of respect for you... If it was up to me, I would have loved this match be a two on one affair so Stalfos could get what's coming to him... But I have to come out there all guns blazing and remind everyone why I'm in possession of the most important briefcase in the business today... So we shall see how this turns out when I stake my claim and make the Gable-ites proud to look to me when assclowns like Dollar and his bunch of miscreants get hold of a Mic! [Smirking slightly, I shrug] I will wish you good luck Dylan Howell, and as for you Lexi... You're going to be greener than a very green thing with envy after you see not only what I have in store for my Trios Contract... Much like when YOU lose this match and I can point and laugh at a man that in an ironic twist of fate, became the butt of his own joke... Don't hate me because I'm better than you though dude, hate me because I have my... TRIOS CONTRACT BABY! |
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| juliovonmatterhorn | Jul 4 2013, 10:59 AM Post #4 |
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Dylan Howell
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February 2nd, 2013 Dublin, Ireland 9am A black Audi pulls up in the driveway of a large white home on this bright, sunny Saturday morning. This home, along with the others in the neighborhood are well kept as are their laws, a testimony to the respect with which it's residents treat each other and their homes. There is the expected chill in the air for an early February day was well, so it is appropriate when a man getting out a of the car is wearing a large black full length winter coat. Getting a closer look at the man's face as he locks the door of the car and shuts it before heading up a walk to the front door of the home, the man is revealed to be none other than Dylan Howell. Stepping up on the porch right before the door, Dylan sighs heavily and looks like he is almost contemplating leaving before reaching up and knocking. After a few moments and no answer Dylan looks like he is about to turn and leave when the door comes open. Standing in front of him is a beautiful red headed woman, current with her jaw hanging open seeing Dylan before her. Dylan: Hello Jenna. The woman is clearly stunned Jenna: Dylan? Dylan: I'm sorry Jenna. I know it has been a long time. Jenna: A little over eight years.... Dylan drops his head Dylan: This was a mistake, and I'm sorry Jenna. I'll leave. Dylan goes to turn around but Jenna grabs his right arm, looking him in the eye Jenna: Hardly. It's just a surprise to see you after all of this time Dylan, please don't go. Come inside. Aiden will be happy to see you, and I am too. Dylan nods and steps inside closing the door behind him. Jenna wraps her arms around his neck and hugs him tightly. Dylan returns the embrace while wincing noticeably with pain. Jenna: Dylan what's the matter? Dylan: Just got a little banged up my last match is all. It's no big deal Jenna. Jenna: Ok, well go sit down in the living room. Jenna motions to the next room over Jenna: Would you like anything to drink, coffee? Tea? Dylan sits down in a large wooden rocking chair after taking off his coat and sitting it on the back Dylan: Coffee sounds great Jenna, thanks. I like it bl.... Jenna: (Calling from the kitchen) Black Dylan. You take your coffee black, I remember. Dylan looks around taking the room in slowly, and stops at few pictures on the wall to his right, showing Jenna and another woman. Both are smiling and the other woman, a blonde is just as beautiful as Jenna herself. The blonde is wearing a wedding gown and Jenna a light green dress herself. Walking back into the room with coffee, Jenna can only shake her head seeing Dylan's left arm in a sling. Jenna: Just a little banged up eh? Dylan does not respond, just continuing to stare at the picture, looking as though he is trying to fight back tears. Following his eyes, Jenna makes the realization of what Dylan sees, and solemnly nods. Setting the cup of coffee on a nearby end table, Jenna crouches down beside Dylan and places a hand on his free right shoulder. Jenna: Marisa was such a beautiful woman, and such a beautiful bride. Dylan's voice is low, cracking a little Dylan: The most beautiful bride I have ever seen. Jenna: She was so happy marrying you Dylan. Being with you made my sister so happy. Dylan: She made me complete...whole. Dylan slowly turns and looks at Jenna Dylan: I am incomplete now. Jenna touches Dylan's left cheek lightly Jenna: I know Dylan, I'm sorry. Dylan: You're sorry? Jenna, how can you ever forgive me? Jenna shakes her head Jenna: Dylan I have never blamed you and I still don't blame you for what happened. The only person who has ever needed to forgive you, is you. Dylan: I was driving the car Jenna.... Jenna: Yes, and the police said you did everything right to avoid the accident too. It was just unavoidable. Dylan sighs Dylan: Do you know...when I close my eyes...I can still imagine myself trying to steer out of it, after hitting that black ice? Dylan closes his eyes Dylan: I can still feel her grabbing my hand, still hear her breathing next to me Jenna speaks up Jenna: Dylan look at me, please? Dylan: Yes? Jenna: Listen to me, my sister, your wife, Marisa? She wouldn't want this. You are torturing yourself and it needs to stop. Tell me something Dylan, why have you stayed away since the funeral? A few phone calls and nothing more in over eight years. Dylan says flatly Dylan: I've been busy, life on the road, wrestling. Jenna shakes her head Jenna: That's a crock Dylan, and we both know it. You've been avoiding dealing with all of this, but you can't keep doing that. It's not healthy for you. You need to move on. Dylan: I don't know how Jenna.....I don't know how. Jenna looks up at Dylan's left arm in the sling again Jenna: How bad is it? Dylan: It's dislocated. Jenna: Did you actually see a doctor, or did you just diagnose it and put it in a sling yourself. Dylan: I know my body better than any doctor Jenna Jenna rolls her eyes Jenna: Of course you do. So how long will something like this keep you out of the ring for? Dylan shrugs as best he can with the injury Dylan: A month or two. I don't know if I am getting back into the ring. Jenna: Interesting. We can talk about it another time though. Dylan, you can stay as long as you like, and I'd like you to stay for a little while. I am sure Aiden will agree too. Dylan: Yeah, I almost forgot to ask, where is Aiden? Jenna: He just stepped out a little bit before you arrived...to pick up a package.. Dylan: A package? It's Saturday, you get packages on Sat.... The front door to the house comes open, and we can hear a little girl scream.... Mommyyyyyyyy! Jenna just laughs while Dylan looks perplexed Jenna: I'm in the living room baby girl Dylan: Baby girl? Jenna: We couldn't find you Dylan, we tried so hard. Bounding into the room and running right toward Jenna with her arms wide open is a little girl with long blonde hair. She engulfs Jenna in a huge hug and kisses her on the cheek. Jenna: Did you have fun at Sibohan's party honey? Little Girl: Oh I had so much fun Mommy, more fun than you can imagine. They had a pinata, and I got to bust it open! Jenna: Wow, that does sound like a good time. Where is your Daddy at? Little Girl: Daddy is coming, he is just getting my stuff. The little girl looks over at Dylan with a big grin Little Girl: Mommy it's the man from the pictures of Auntie Marisa's wedding. Jenna smiles Jenna: Right you are smart girl. He is your Uncle Dylan. Turning to Dylan Jenna: Dylan meet your niece, Marisa... Dylan: Marisa? Marisa sits on Dylan's lap without even asking, hugging him and looking up at him with a grin that could melt the polar ice caps Jenna: Be careful of his shoulder baby. Dylan looks like he is in awe Dylan: She's fine Jenna. Marisa: Yes, my name is Marisa after my Auntie. I never got to meet her, because she went to heaven to be with the rest of the angels before I was born. The little girl thinks for a moment Marisa: You are my Uncle Dylan, so Auntie Marisa was your wife, right? Dylan smiles a little Dylan: Yes she was, and she would have loved you so much. How old are you Marisa? Marisa: Mommy and Daddy say that a lot too Uncle Dylan, and I'm almost seven years old. Another man's voice, jolly and animated is heard By almost seven, she means she just turned six three weeks ago mate. Marisa giggles Marisa: Yep, like I said, almost seven Daddy! Dylan looks up in the direction of the voice, at a bald, muscular man almost a head taller than what he is himself, and extends his hand Dylan: Really nice to see you again Aiden. Aiden: Same to you Dylan, it's been far too long. Jenna nods Jenna: I told him the same thing. Dylan: Yes, sorry about that to both of you. Aiden shakes his head Aiden: No need to be sorry mate. What matters is that you are here now. When did you get in to Ireland? Dylan: A couple of days ago. Aiden: Well I do hope that you would be planning to stay for awhile at least? Dylan gestures to his shoulder in the sling Dylan: Seems I do have some time off for awhile. Aiden: Well then, it is settled. You can stay as long as you like... Jenna laughs Jenna: Told you he would agree. Marisa looks up at him with the same ice melting grin Marisa: Please stay for awhile Uncle Dylan, please?! Dylan chuckles Dylan: Well there is no way I can say anything but yes to that. Marisa: Yay!! Jenna just shakes her head, while Aiden face palms Jenna: Wrapped around her finger already. Aiden: In under five minutes no less. Everyone laughs, and the scene fades. Later on that evening, Dylan and Aiden are sitting on the back porch talking Aiden: Really I thank you for agreeing to stay for awhile Dylan. Jenna and I have been wanting to see you for some time, and Marisa has asked weekly about meeting you too mate. Dylan: Thank you for having me Aiden, and Marisa is amazing. Aiden nods Aiden: She is, and I know she looks a lot like the woman she is named after too. Dylan smiles slightly Dylan: Spitting image. Jenna sticks her head out on the porch briefly Jenna: Little one out like a light. I think I am going to turn in too boys. Aiden: I'll be in shortly my dear. Dylan:[/ b] Night Jenna. Jenna: I'll see you soon then old man. Night Dylan, it's really good to have you here. Dylan: It's good to be here. Jenna slips back inside Aiden: This visit of yours could not have come at a better time Dylan. I have a business trip for a couple days the week after next, and with the cars that have been around lately, Jenna and I will feel much better having you here with she and Marisa. Dylan raises an eyebrow Dylan: Cars? Aiden: Aye, a couple of black ones that have been coming around lately. They don't do anything but drive by slowly, still kind of creepy though. Dylan nods Dylan: I can imagine. Aiden: Yeah, nothing has happened though so I'm sure it's nothing. Dylan: Probably, but I understand your apprehension. Aiden: Right. Well I believe I am going to turn in myself now mate. Enjoy the rest of the evening. Dylan: Thanks again Aiden, and get some rest. Aiden: No thanks necessary mate. You are always welcome. You are family and we are happy to see you. Aiden steps inside, shutting the back porch behind him. Moments later, Dylan pulls out a cell phone and dials a number furiously. Dylan: You listen to me because I am only going to you this once. You stay the hell away from Aiden, Jenna, and Marisa, and keep your people away from them too. Dylan listens, his face hardening Dylan: Well you got to talk to me, so you can stop watching their house and leave them alone damn it unless you never want to speak with me again! This is between you and I, and don't you ever call me son, you don't have that right, biology be damned! Dylan snaps his phone shut enraged as the scene fades Dylan: I think it's time to get a few things straight. I have been hearing a lot of talk, both in the locker room from my peers and out on the street from fans. People are saying that Dylan Howell has gone soft. After all, you see how he is all nice and sweet with that girl on twitter right? First things first and let's get this out of the way, “that girl” has a name, and despite what I have been overhearing it's Jessica Rose not Dylan's girlfriend, even though she is my girlfriend. I hope that is clear to everyone, because the next time I hear anyone refer to her as “that girl” or “Dylan's girlfriend” don't be surprised if I don't punch the source of the comment right in the throat, because people not respecting her as an individual just because we are together. You know what else pisses me off though too? The thought that I have become soft somehow just because I treat Jesse with the kindness and respect she deserves, rather than being a complete asshole on social media all of the time. Ask Blitzkrieg if he thinks I'm soft. Sure he ended up beating my ass and getting the win in the end, but guess what? I took it to that monster like no one had before and he had to earn that win. Ask Alex Desoubrais Jr. if he thinks I'm soft after the way I kicked his ass all over on Aggression. So for those of you harboring this little misconception, let me clue you in what my relationship with Jesse really means. It means I am happy, as happy as I have been in a very long time... Free of the frustration I that been dominating my life for years.... Free to focus in the ring, and that is not good news for the rest of SCW. Speaking of the rest of SCW, how about the return of Mr. D, or as my buddy Jonathan Knots likes to call him, Mr. Douche? Seems this is a guy who like me really knows a thing or two about pissing other people off. I'll tell you what though, as much as I like Knots and trust his, I don't base my opinions of other people on anything but my own observations of and interactions with them. So to that end Mr. D, I have a challenge for you. I want you to right a major wrong within your own company, something so wrong it should have been changed a long the way. I'm sure you can imagine that while you were gone Mr. D, a lot of things changed in SCW. The biggest change that took place though is that my sister, Regan Street, your SCW Women's Champion became the best wrestler in the world. Notice what I said there, not the best wrestler in SCW.... Not the best wrestler in North America.... The best damn wrestler this planet. And this isn't sour grapes chief, because I've been in this business for almost 11 years now, so I know how these things work. But the fact that a freak named Shilo Valiant is in the main event at Rise to Greatness X and Regan is not makes me feel like vomiting every morning when I wake up! It should make you feel that way too when you look back at the tape and see my sister was well on her way to winning the Taking Hold of the Flame battle royal to be in that main event where she belongs until she was eliminated by a jealous hemaphrodite with a grudge that wasn't even in the match! What are you going to do about it Mr. D? Because you have the power to make things right, and I can't wait to hear your answer. Are you the boss or just another Douche? Time will tell I guess. In the meantime though seems I have myself in a little 3-way coming up on Supreme Saturday. I will be facing “A member of the Academy” and Gable Winchester. A member of the Academy, of course means that this match will be interfered in by any number of people, because as we are all aware of that is what the academy does time and again. So this is more than just a 3- way but I digress. There isn't one more member of that academy who can win anything on their own so, perhaps Winchester should join the Academy himself if Johnny Dollar will let him since he can't win a damn thing anymore either. He'd fit right in. He'll fit right in when I have my hand raised at the end too, because there is no way I will not be the man who is going to come out on top in this match, whether any of you like it or not! |
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