Post by Dean Harper on Mar 16, 2018 6:15:37 GMT
The camera comes on one last time to see Dean sitting in the middle of the candles.
“Each day the roulette gets closer. Soon our numbers will be drawn and we’ll see where we will be stacked in the order. ”
Dean waits a moment.
“There’s a lot on the line for this fight. There’s a lot riding on this. This is where Andrew Jacobsen’s rise to power started last year. This is the time of year everyone really starts to put that New Year’s promise to the test. Is this the year? Is now the time? Can this really be when I start to make some changes?”
Dean shakes his head.
“This is the kind of match where friendships and rivalries are really put to the test. Who do you eliminate? Do you trust anyone? Can you even trust those who are closest to you? If someone you hate offers you a helping hand to get rid of a common threat do you take their hand or split your attention?”
Dean smiles.
“With Spike Kane putting his belt on the line anyone who tries to capitalize on that little cookie is putting themselves at risk of getting a beat down as soon as someone else notices. Without someone at your back, how do you plan to keep that going?”
Dean laughs.
“I don’t care about Spike Kane’s belt if I’m honest. Not in this match, not for me.”
Dean shrugs.
“For Caleb or Warren? Oh, I think it would look wonderful on either of them.”
Dean winks.
“Unlike some people in this match I have two people I know I can trust.”
What do I want? Only the best for us both.
“Which is?”
Let’s call it a security deposit. We both saw how well the broken little doll losing Abaddon went. I want to ensure you don’t miss a step. With this, we can assure no one does what they did. We can assure neither of us ends up like her.
“…You can’t even heal her.” Dean accused. “She should have bounced back by now. Max was better in less time. Why isn’t she better?”
Focus on the bigger picture right now, Dean. Ascension. Security.
“Do you have something to do with it? Are you not helping her?” Dean asked, hearing his voice echo in the bathroom.
Do you really think that kind of betrayal would go unpunished? I am not so foolish as to tempt fate like that, Dean. All I have ever done is serve.
Dean wasn’t sure if that was true. Something felt off. Had felt off for weeks. It was getting stronger, but Rowan didn’t seem to be getting better. Even Caleb had mentioned it and he tried hard not to believe in any of it.
“Tell me you have nothing to do with it.”
The lack of trust between us Dean. It hurts.
“Dean?” The door opened with Max peaking her head in. “You okay?”
“…Yeah, sorry.”
“Been in here a while.”
“I’m done.” He went to walk past her but she grabbed his hand. “What’s up?”
“Are you okay?” She was fixing him with that patented way that saw right threw him.
He rested his head on her shoulder, nuzzling her neck. “Little of column A and a little of column B.”
“Thought as much.” She rested her hand on the back of his neck. “Do you want to be terrible for a couple hours?”
“Define terrible.”
“Go to the bedroom and watch some bad Netflix horror movies.”
“Mmm.” Dean looked up at her. “Do I have to put pants on?”
“Do I have to wear pants?”
“Down with pants.” Dean grinned wisely.
“Come on.” Max kissed him roughly. “Let’s play hooky.”
“Sounds like a plan to me.”
“You think I was driven before? The chance to show the dominance of The Pack to the rest of this company is not something I am going to go at this weakly. I’m going to take down as many of the rest of the company as I can. I will put them all under my boot if I have to by myself to ensure Warren and Caleb make it.”
Dean’s eyes flash.
“We are a family. A unit. I would drown the rest of you in your own blood to ensure The Pack ascends... and in a match like this I can do just that.”
Dean grins wide.
“I’m still here to make sure My Lady’s message is brought forth to the masses. This time last year I was backstage behind a camera. This time last year I was nothing and no one. Things have changed in this last year. I know there will still be those who will write me off. Who will consider The Pack to be nothing. We are going to make The Roulette something to behold. We are going to make a goddamned impact.”
Dean inhales.
“I don’t give a flying fuck who gets in our way. I have a little thing called Faith. You might think because she hasn’t been seen you’re safe. That she’s dead. That she walked away. She is still with us. Despite whatever might be done we are not going anywhere. We are in this Roulette to prove that."
Dean blinks away the shine.
“And once it is just us? If we can achieve the fucking dream and have us be the last three? Then we’ll handle that the only way we can. But it won’t be with betrayal. It will be with a united understanding that strength beats strength. Warren and Caleb mean more to be than anything.”
Dean cracks his knuckles.
“Caleb is my brother. We’ve been through matches with each other. I know I can trust him. He knows he can trust me.”
Dean nods.
“Warren…”
Dean licks his lip.
“Warren knows how I feel. Knows what I would do to keep him safe. I think a belt would look good on him. I think he could pull that off, don’t you?”
Dean winks at the camera.
“Regardless, when my number is called. When I enter that ring the only thing I care about is getting as many of the rest of you out of the match as possible. This is going to be a night for The Pack.”
Dean snaps his fingers and the candles go out.
“Each day the roulette gets closer. Soon our numbers will be drawn and we’ll see where we will be stacked in the order. ”
Dean waits a moment.
“There’s a lot on the line for this fight. There’s a lot riding on this. This is where Andrew Jacobsen’s rise to power started last year. This is the time of year everyone really starts to put that New Year’s promise to the test. Is this the year? Is now the time? Can this really be when I start to make some changes?”
Dean shakes his head.
“This is the kind of match where friendships and rivalries are really put to the test. Who do you eliminate? Do you trust anyone? Can you even trust those who are closest to you? If someone you hate offers you a helping hand to get rid of a common threat do you take their hand or split your attention?”
Dean smiles.
“With Spike Kane putting his belt on the line anyone who tries to capitalize on that little cookie is putting themselves at risk of getting a beat down as soon as someone else notices. Without someone at your back, how do you plan to keep that going?”
Dean laughs.
“I don’t care about Spike Kane’s belt if I’m honest. Not in this match, not for me.”
Dean shrugs.
“For Caleb or Warren? Oh, I think it would look wonderful on either of them.”
Dean winks.
“Unlike some people in this match I have two people I know I can trust.”
What do I want? Only the best for us both.
“Which is?”
Let’s call it a security deposit. We both saw how well the broken little doll losing Abaddon went. I want to ensure you don’t miss a step. With this, we can assure no one does what they did. We can assure neither of us ends up like her.
“…You can’t even heal her.” Dean accused. “She should have bounced back by now. Max was better in less time. Why isn’t she better?”
Focus on the bigger picture right now, Dean. Ascension. Security.
“Do you have something to do with it? Are you not helping her?” Dean asked, hearing his voice echo in the bathroom.
Do you really think that kind of betrayal would go unpunished? I am not so foolish as to tempt fate like that, Dean. All I have ever done is serve.
Dean wasn’t sure if that was true. Something felt off. Had felt off for weeks. It was getting stronger, but Rowan didn’t seem to be getting better. Even Caleb had mentioned it and he tried hard not to believe in any of it.
“Tell me you have nothing to do with it.”
The lack of trust between us Dean. It hurts.
“Dean?” The door opened with Max peaking her head in. “You okay?”
“…Yeah, sorry.”
“Been in here a while.”
“I’m done.” He went to walk past her but she grabbed his hand. “What’s up?”
“Are you okay?” She was fixing him with that patented way that saw right threw him.
He rested his head on her shoulder, nuzzling her neck. “Little of column A and a little of column B.”
“Thought as much.” She rested her hand on the back of his neck. “Do you want to be terrible for a couple hours?”
“Define terrible.”
“Go to the bedroom and watch some bad Netflix horror movies.”
“Mmm.” Dean looked up at her. “Do I have to put pants on?”
“Do I have to wear pants?”
“Down with pants.” Dean grinned wisely.
“Come on.” Max kissed him roughly. “Let’s play hooky.”
“Sounds like a plan to me.”
“You think I was driven before? The chance to show the dominance of The Pack to the rest of this company is not something I am going to go at this weakly. I’m going to take down as many of the rest of the company as I can. I will put them all under my boot if I have to by myself to ensure Warren and Caleb make it.”
Dean’s eyes flash.
“We are a family. A unit. I would drown the rest of you in your own blood to ensure The Pack ascends... and in a match like this I can do just that.”
Dean grins wide.
“I’m still here to make sure My Lady’s message is brought forth to the masses. This time last year I was backstage behind a camera. This time last year I was nothing and no one. Things have changed in this last year. I know there will still be those who will write me off. Who will consider The Pack to be nothing. We are going to make The Roulette something to behold. We are going to make a goddamned impact.”
Dean inhales.
“I don’t give a flying fuck who gets in our way. I have a little thing called Faith. You might think because she hasn’t been seen you’re safe. That she’s dead. That she walked away. She is still with us. Despite whatever might be done we are not going anywhere. We are in this Roulette to prove that."
Dean blinks away the shine.
“And once it is just us? If we can achieve the fucking dream and have us be the last three? Then we’ll handle that the only way we can. But it won’t be with betrayal. It will be with a united understanding that strength beats strength. Warren and Caleb mean more to be than anything.”
Dean cracks his knuckles.
“Caleb is my brother. We’ve been through matches with each other. I know I can trust him. He knows he can trust me.”
Dean nods.
“Warren…”
Dean licks his lip.
“Warren knows how I feel. Knows what I would do to keep him safe. I think a belt would look good on him. I think he could pull that off, don’t you?”
Dean winks at the camera.
“Regardless, when my number is called. When I enter that ring the only thing I care about is getting as many of the rest of you out of the match as possible. This is going to be a night for The Pack.”
Dean snaps his fingers and the candles go out.
Well howdy there pardner.