Post by Dean Harper on Mar 4, 2018 21:55:27 GMT
The camera turns on to Dean sitting in a dark room surrounded by candle, sitting cross-legged on the floor.
“The Roulette.”
Dean smiles.
“You know something funny? I had no real interested in this match before Danger Zone. None. I already had a title, why would I waste time with trying to get a shot at another one? I’m not Ryan Shane. I’m not so desperate for validation or approval that I feel the need to risk a title I already had to get a shot at the big time.”
Dean laughs.
“So in this specific circumstance, I suppose I owe Bob Pooler a word of thanks. I no longer have to hold myself back from destroying as many people as possible. I can enter that ring with nothing but my utmost desire for violence in mind.”
Dean taps the side of his head.
“Because despite no longer holding Man of Steel maybe it’s about time The Pack took the top title in this company. We are after all here to prove Our Lady’s word as gospel. So that will be my goal in this match. Outlast. Beat as many of the rest of you as possible until there is only me or my fellow Pack Members left in the ring.”
Dean gestures with his arms wide open.
“There is nothing I want more than for Caleb, Warren or myself to have a shot at taking that title. We are not going anywhere. Even with my loss to Bob Pooler, that is nothing but a minor setback. Our goal has always been to stand on top of this company. This title will be the perfect way to prove that.”
Dean stood with his back against the concert of the shower as the hot water beat down on him. He felt dizzy. He felt empty. Running everything and healing the broken vessel was draining but not as much as it used to be. He could still feel it in his head.
Worried, Dean?
“Shut up.”
You were looking forward to having another breakdown, weren’t you?
“Can I shower in peace?”
You like feeling broken. You like feeling all that guilt hit you like a train. Chin up buttercup. That won’t be happening anymore. You don’t get to feel that ever again. It messed with your mind, we can’t be having that, now can we?
Dean ignored the dig. “What do you want?”
I think we need to discuss your recruitments. You give them too freely. What we offer is not something you should be going door to door selling. What we are. The chances you have given is not something that they deserve to even taste.
“She entrusted it to me. She gave leadership to me. Not you.”
You are her most loyal. Her most trusted. I am simply trying to help you not look like the fool you seem to want to look like.
“Leave me alone.”
I let you have time to yourself. Those intimate moments. But this isn’t one of those, is it? This is when your brain tries to fight me. You know they lie, don’t you? That all those memories you have of who you were before is nothing but a lie your brain keeps feeding you, don’t you?
Dean could almost picture the thing coiled deep inside him smiling with a mouth full of teeth.
You were weak. You were weak and lost. You were always meant to be mine. I would have had you ages ago if others hadn’t interfered. All that independence messed with your mind. Convinced you that you could be a person. You were always going to end up here. Why not just stop fighting me about it? You want to serve her. Serve her by letting me lead you down the right path, hm?
“What do you have in mind?”
Jayson and Bob did not deserve the chance. None of them do. Crush them. Put their throats under your boot and prove to them that they are beneath our notice. Destroy any sign of rebellion. They deny our power so you should crush them. There is a chance to be at the top of this company. Take it.
Dean tilted his head slightly. “Interesting…”
“But first? First, we have to ensure the other men who hold the belts don’t waste the mantles they have. Bob Pooler took my belt away from me. As much as he thirsts for the belt God now holds he should know better than to try to make it very far in this match.”
Dean laces his fingers together.
“Bob, you beat me once. Fine, you can try to redeem the Man of Steel belt on its own. You can try to make yourself feel better about how you’ve been performing as of late. You can take that belt to fill the void in your heart.”
Dean winks.
“It was already abandoned once by Ryan Shane thinking he could go the distance. If you so much as attempt to leave it to do the same I will bash your fucking head in. I don’t care what kind of match this is. I don’t care what else happens. You wanted to come for my belt, you took it, you better respect it enough to keep it close to your goddamned chest. It is not a ditchable prom date. Make no mistake I will come for your blood.”
Dean shakes his head.
“Spike, Pet, we all know despite you assisting God to achieve dethroning AJ that you are after that belt. We all know despite that good shit you say about how you are going to do good things with the Invictus Belt you want to go back to holding the belt that made you feel like a badass.”
Dean blinks and his eyes glow in the dark.
“Sorry, Pet, I am not going to let that happen. I am going to do everything I can to be the gatekeeper to that dream. The only way you could beat me was being chained to me. You think you can beat me in an open format?”
Dean laughs again.
“Pet, you aren’t going anywhere. You aren’t getting that belt back. I might not have the same amount of love for it as I do Man of Steel but I know enough that it shouldn’t be cast aside. You are not going to be getting it.”
Dean smirks.
“You don’t have the stamina old man to make it through the roulette. You certainly don’t have a hope of getting past me. Imagine how that will go if AJ is in at the same time? We might hate each other but I have no doubt he’d lend a hand to getting your ass tossed out of the ring.”
Dean licks his teeth.
“Bob and my Pet aren’t making it past me in the roulette. They should be pleased with what they have and not even bother showing up. But I hope they do. I really do. With all my black little heart because I want to make them fucking bleed and leave them broken before tossing them out.”
“The Roulette.”
Dean smiles.
“You know something funny? I had no real interested in this match before Danger Zone. None. I already had a title, why would I waste time with trying to get a shot at another one? I’m not Ryan Shane. I’m not so desperate for validation or approval that I feel the need to risk a title I already had to get a shot at the big time.”
Dean laughs.
“So in this specific circumstance, I suppose I owe Bob Pooler a word of thanks. I no longer have to hold myself back from destroying as many people as possible. I can enter that ring with nothing but my utmost desire for violence in mind.”
Dean taps the side of his head.
“Because despite no longer holding Man of Steel maybe it’s about time The Pack took the top title in this company. We are after all here to prove Our Lady’s word as gospel. So that will be my goal in this match. Outlast. Beat as many of the rest of you as possible until there is only me or my fellow Pack Members left in the ring.”
Dean gestures with his arms wide open.
“There is nothing I want more than for Caleb, Warren or myself to have a shot at taking that title. We are not going anywhere. Even with my loss to Bob Pooler, that is nothing but a minor setback. Our goal has always been to stand on top of this company. This title will be the perfect way to prove that.”
Dean stood with his back against the concert of the shower as the hot water beat down on him. He felt dizzy. He felt empty. Running everything and healing the broken vessel was draining but not as much as it used to be. He could still feel it in his head.
Worried, Dean?
“Shut up.”
You were looking forward to having another breakdown, weren’t you?
“Can I shower in peace?”
You like feeling broken. You like feeling all that guilt hit you like a train. Chin up buttercup. That won’t be happening anymore. You don’t get to feel that ever again. It messed with your mind, we can’t be having that, now can we?
Dean ignored the dig. “What do you want?”
I think we need to discuss your recruitments. You give them too freely. What we offer is not something you should be going door to door selling. What we are. The chances you have given is not something that they deserve to even taste.
“She entrusted it to me. She gave leadership to me. Not you.”
You are her most loyal. Her most trusted. I am simply trying to help you not look like the fool you seem to want to look like.
“Leave me alone.”
I let you have time to yourself. Those intimate moments. But this isn’t one of those, is it? This is when your brain tries to fight me. You know they lie, don’t you? That all those memories you have of who you were before is nothing but a lie your brain keeps feeding you, don’t you?
Dean could almost picture the thing coiled deep inside him smiling with a mouth full of teeth.
You were weak. You were weak and lost. You were always meant to be mine. I would have had you ages ago if others hadn’t interfered. All that independence messed with your mind. Convinced you that you could be a person. You were always going to end up here. Why not just stop fighting me about it? You want to serve her. Serve her by letting me lead you down the right path, hm?
“What do you have in mind?”
Jayson and Bob did not deserve the chance. None of them do. Crush them. Put their throats under your boot and prove to them that they are beneath our notice. Destroy any sign of rebellion. They deny our power so you should crush them. There is a chance to be at the top of this company. Take it.
Dean tilted his head slightly. “Interesting…”
“But first? First, we have to ensure the other men who hold the belts don’t waste the mantles they have. Bob Pooler took my belt away from me. As much as he thirsts for the belt God now holds he should know better than to try to make it very far in this match.”
Dean laces his fingers together.
“Bob, you beat me once. Fine, you can try to redeem the Man of Steel belt on its own. You can try to make yourself feel better about how you’ve been performing as of late. You can take that belt to fill the void in your heart.”
Dean winks.
“It was already abandoned once by Ryan Shane thinking he could go the distance. If you so much as attempt to leave it to do the same I will bash your fucking head in. I don’t care what kind of match this is. I don’t care what else happens. You wanted to come for my belt, you took it, you better respect it enough to keep it close to your goddamned chest. It is not a ditchable prom date. Make no mistake I will come for your blood.”
Dean shakes his head.
“Spike, Pet, we all know despite you assisting God to achieve dethroning AJ that you are after that belt. We all know despite that good shit you say about how you are going to do good things with the Invictus Belt you want to go back to holding the belt that made you feel like a badass.”
Dean blinks and his eyes glow in the dark.
“Sorry, Pet, I am not going to let that happen. I am going to do everything I can to be the gatekeeper to that dream. The only way you could beat me was being chained to me. You think you can beat me in an open format?”
Dean laughs again.
“Pet, you aren’t going anywhere. You aren’t getting that belt back. I might not have the same amount of love for it as I do Man of Steel but I know enough that it shouldn’t be cast aside. You are not going to be getting it.”
Dean smirks.
“You don’t have the stamina old man to make it through the roulette. You certainly don’t have a hope of getting past me. Imagine how that will go if AJ is in at the same time? We might hate each other but I have no doubt he’d lend a hand to getting your ass tossed out of the ring.”
Dean licks his teeth.
“Bob and my Pet aren’t making it past me in the roulette. They should be pleased with what they have and not even bother showing up. But I hope they do. I really do. With all my black little heart because I want to make them fucking bleed and leave them broken before tossing them out.”
Well howdy there pardner.