Post by Dean Harper on Mar 12, 2019 22:43:51 GMT
The camera comes on to Dean standing in just a pair of jeans in an abandoned building with a red hue of one sole light sources.
“I wondered if I should even bother with this.”
Dean shrugs his shoulders.
“I have a belt. One could argue that I could my place in this roulette in beautifully simple. I exist as the bouncer. I ensure that who we want to win does. I protect the interests of The Pack. I ensure the continued domination of the most successful faction in this company’s history by putting aside any wants of my own and do what is good for The Pack.”
Dean glances to the side.
“I lost the World title to Xavier after all. I have the man of steel—sorry, Strong style belt again. Other than the pure undeniable want to hurt people I have no reason to push myself here, do I? I mean, it’s possible I’ll have to defend my belt earlier in the night. Given who that will likely be against I doubt it’d be a cake walk.”
Dean crosses his arms.
“My point in this match is clear.”
Dean smirks.
“From the moment I enter the ring until I get sent out? I will be there to take as many of you out as I want. The World title is going to stay in our hands. The World title belongs to The Pack and I will have no problem breaking all hopefuls in my way. The final one in the ring will be one of us.”
It was just sitting on the table, blatant and taunting out in the open. Xavier was not far away. Likely only set it down for a moment to grab something before settling back onto preparing himself for what was to come. He had taken to carrying it everywhere, Dean’s eyes were drawn to it almost every moment they were in the same room.
He wanted it again.
Dean brushed his fingers over the World Championship belt, firmly aware Xavier was watching him the whole time. He kept his finger on the gold as he traced over the word over and over again. He remembered brushing his finger over the face of the belt over and over again on the way back to the compound when he’d won it. How he had admired the look of his face in it. There was something deep down about seeing his name reflected on a belt he had always enjoyed. The blood was still stained onto the medal but it only made Dean want it more. He’d soaked the Man of Steel title in blood once upon a time, it felt natural.
Everyone had spent over a year telling him how undeserving he was to be even close to the main event scene. How he had too big an ego to understand he was never going to be on top. The moment had been what he wanted, even if the death hadn’t overshadowed his greatest moment it had been too short lived. One defense. One. Because Xavier ripped Leviathan out of him.
He’d been rusty, been unprepared to handle himself alone. It was different now. He was better. He had beaten AJ on his own. He could take it back.
The impulse to grab the belt and walk out of the room was overpowering. He was fairly certain he could make it out of the room without much effort. It wouldn’t taste as good if it was stolen though. Dean wanted to win it again.
“You haven’t forgotten who that belongs to, have you?” Xavier was closer then he’d been a moment ago, Dean could feel his breath on the back of his neck but he didn’t turn, touching what had once been his.
“No.” Dean replied simply.
“Looks like you’re coveting something that doesn’t belong to you.”
“Wouldn’t be the first time.” Dean let Xavier pull the belt out from under his touch. “Won’t be the last.”
“You want a rematch?” Xavier asked as Dean turned to face him.
“Course I do.”
“That’s too bad. Win the roulette.” Xavier puts the belt on and taps the blood stained metal biting his lip.
Dean glanced down to the belt, “As good as it looks on you, I think it looks better on me.”
“As good as you look, you look better under me.” Xavier gave a teasing yawn, keeping his eyes on Dean.
Dean leans forward, “Imagine how I’d look wearing only that belt on.”
“Sounds like you have quite the imagination.” A single finger rises up scratching Dean’s chin, scratching ever so lightly.
Dean smirks, “Are you saying you don’t like the idea?”
“Half of it sounds decent…” Xavier licks his lips slowly. “Do you have Warren’s permission?”
“Do you want me to ask him?” Dean kept the smile on his lips, he wasn’t going to be the one to back down.
“Speakerphone.”
“You want me to call him so you can listen?” Dean raises an eyebrow.
“Yes. I want to hear the life drain from his voice…”
“It’s possible he might just get angry,” Dean moves a little closer tracing a line down Xavier’s stomach.
Chucking softly, “Did the champion say you could touch?”
“Does the champion want me to stop?” Dean brushes his fingers over Xavier’s abs before touching the belt again. “Does the champion need permission to take what he wants?”
“I’m sure I could get you to sign some forms, y’know, in case you’re not…tall enough… to ride this ride.”
“I’m fairly certain I can handle anything you can throw at me.”
“Fairly Certain and Absolutely Certain are two different things, love…”
“Unless you were holding back before I am absolutely certain.” Dean scuffed.
“I didn’t get this old without always keeping a few tricks up my sleeve.” Xavier dropped Dean’s chin. “We both know you won’t be the one at the end of the roulette. You’ll be wasted clearing a path for others.”
“Wasted?”
Xavier turned his back on him walking out of the living room, “It’s too bad, Dean, I was very much looking forward to playing with you again.”
“You can make all kinds of promises, you can tell all kinds of jokes and catchphrases. But The Pack survives. Do I doubt that Xavier could beat any one of you? No. But I have come to really enjoy crushing someone else’s dreams. I like watching that sparkle die from their eyes. I like the idea of dashing all the hopes to keep all of you from getting to the main event of Night of the Immortals.”
Dean smirks.
“Night of the Immortals belongs to The Pack. It will be our night. My brothers might want to win this moment for their own careers and I have no problem ensuring they make it there.”
Dean winks at the camera.
“Caleb deserves to be on the biggest stage of them all. He belongs. Everyone overlooks him but he has been a stable and perfect piece of The Pack. He has been consistent on defending this family. He has never strayed from the path. He has always seen the good in what we do even if he does not believe like I do. I have no doubt he would like another chance at Sweetheart.”
Dean nods.
“Warren, deserves it more than almost anyone else in this company. He is perfection. He deserves it. He has a hunger that is unmeasurable. I cannot deny how pleased I am to see him return just in time for the roulette. There is nothing I like more than watching him get to work in the ring. It’s breathtaking. I want him to be able to see him make it to the main event. I want to see him have all his dream come true. Watching him in the main event of Night of the immortals going against the dragon?”
Dean traces his bottom lip with his thumb.
“Mmm, yeah, I want that.”
Dean laughs.
“Though… I do admit there is a part of me that would like to put sweetheart through his paces on this biggest show of the year. It’s been a while since I tangled with the dragon. I think I could put him on his back and take back the belt. I’ll admit the idea has been at the back of my head since watching him lick Bae’s love off his belt. Just to play. It’s been so long since we really got to play, don’t you think, sweetheart?”
Dean licked his teeth.
“But that decision can be decided once it is just the three of us left in the ring. Once it is just family in the ring we can see who is worthy to go from there. But we will decide who is the strongest. I will not betray my family. They are what matters to me. I love my family. I will not gift them a free victory but I will make sure it goes to the right person.”
Dean smiles.
“Because I am dedicated. I am motivated. Nothing means more to me then my family. There are many I don’t think are deserving of making it to the main event of Night of the Immortals.”
Dean brushes a finger over a scar on his wrist.
“But I will get to them in time.”
The red light goes out leaving the room dark before the feed dies.
“I wondered if I should even bother with this.”
Dean shrugs his shoulders.
“I have a belt. One could argue that I could my place in this roulette in beautifully simple. I exist as the bouncer. I ensure that who we want to win does. I protect the interests of The Pack. I ensure the continued domination of the most successful faction in this company’s history by putting aside any wants of my own and do what is good for The Pack.”
Dean glances to the side.
“I lost the World title to Xavier after all. I have the man of steel—sorry, Strong style belt again. Other than the pure undeniable want to hurt people I have no reason to push myself here, do I? I mean, it’s possible I’ll have to defend my belt earlier in the night. Given who that will likely be against I doubt it’d be a cake walk.”
Dean crosses his arms.
“My point in this match is clear.”
Dean smirks.
“From the moment I enter the ring until I get sent out? I will be there to take as many of you out as I want. The World title is going to stay in our hands. The World title belongs to The Pack and I will have no problem breaking all hopefuls in my way. The final one in the ring will be one of us.”
It was just sitting on the table, blatant and taunting out in the open. Xavier was not far away. Likely only set it down for a moment to grab something before settling back onto preparing himself for what was to come. He had taken to carrying it everywhere, Dean’s eyes were drawn to it almost every moment they were in the same room.
He wanted it again.
Dean brushed his fingers over the World Championship belt, firmly aware Xavier was watching him the whole time. He kept his finger on the gold as he traced over the word over and over again. He remembered brushing his finger over the face of the belt over and over again on the way back to the compound when he’d won it. How he had admired the look of his face in it. There was something deep down about seeing his name reflected on a belt he had always enjoyed. The blood was still stained onto the medal but it only made Dean want it more. He’d soaked the Man of Steel title in blood once upon a time, it felt natural.
Everyone had spent over a year telling him how undeserving he was to be even close to the main event scene. How he had too big an ego to understand he was never going to be on top. The moment had been what he wanted, even if the death hadn’t overshadowed his greatest moment it had been too short lived. One defense. One. Because Xavier ripped Leviathan out of him.
He’d been rusty, been unprepared to handle himself alone. It was different now. He was better. He had beaten AJ on his own. He could take it back.
The impulse to grab the belt and walk out of the room was overpowering. He was fairly certain he could make it out of the room without much effort. It wouldn’t taste as good if it was stolen though. Dean wanted to win it again.
“You haven’t forgotten who that belongs to, have you?” Xavier was closer then he’d been a moment ago, Dean could feel his breath on the back of his neck but he didn’t turn, touching what had once been his.
“No.” Dean replied simply.
“Looks like you’re coveting something that doesn’t belong to you.”
“Wouldn’t be the first time.” Dean let Xavier pull the belt out from under his touch. “Won’t be the last.”
“You want a rematch?” Xavier asked as Dean turned to face him.
“Course I do.”
“That’s too bad. Win the roulette.” Xavier puts the belt on and taps the blood stained metal biting his lip.
Dean glanced down to the belt, “As good as it looks on you, I think it looks better on me.”
“As good as you look, you look better under me.” Xavier gave a teasing yawn, keeping his eyes on Dean.
Dean leans forward, “Imagine how I’d look wearing only that belt on.”
“Sounds like you have quite the imagination.” A single finger rises up scratching Dean’s chin, scratching ever so lightly.
Dean smirks, “Are you saying you don’t like the idea?”
“Half of it sounds decent…” Xavier licks his lips slowly. “Do you have Warren’s permission?”
“Do you want me to ask him?” Dean kept the smile on his lips, he wasn’t going to be the one to back down.
“Speakerphone.”
“You want me to call him so you can listen?” Dean raises an eyebrow.
“Yes. I want to hear the life drain from his voice…”
“It’s possible he might just get angry,” Dean moves a little closer tracing a line down Xavier’s stomach.
Chucking softly, “Did the champion say you could touch?”
“Does the champion want me to stop?” Dean brushes his fingers over Xavier’s abs before touching the belt again. “Does the champion need permission to take what he wants?”
“I’m sure I could get you to sign some forms, y’know, in case you’re not…tall enough… to ride this ride.”
“I’m fairly certain I can handle anything you can throw at me.”
“Fairly Certain and Absolutely Certain are two different things, love…”
“Unless you were holding back before I am absolutely certain.” Dean scuffed.
“I didn’t get this old without always keeping a few tricks up my sleeve.” Xavier dropped Dean’s chin. “We both know you won’t be the one at the end of the roulette. You’ll be wasted clearing a path for others.”
“Wasted?”
Xavier turned his back on him walking out of the living room, “It’s too bad, Dean, I was very much looking forward to playing with you again.”
“You can make all kinds of promises, you can tell all kinds of jokes and catchphrases. But The Pack survives. Do I doubt that Xavier could beat any one of you? No. But I have come to really enjoy crushing someone else’s dreams. I like watching that sparkle die from their eyes. I like the idea of dashing all the hopes to keep all of you from getting to the main event of Night of the Immortals.”
Dean smirks.
“Night of the Immortals belongs to The Pack. It will be our night. My brothers might want to win this moment for their own careers and I have no problem ensuring they make it there.”
Dean winks at the camera.
“Caleb deserves to be on the biggest stage of them all. He belongs. Everyone overlooks him but he has been a stable and perfect piece of The Pack. He has been consistent on defending this family. He has never strayed from the path. He has always seen the good in what we do even if he does not believe like I do. I have no doubt he would like another chance at Sweetheart.”
Dean nods.
“Warren, deserves it more than almost anyone else in this company. He is perfection. He deserves it. He has a hunger that is unmeasurable. I cannot deny how pleased I am to see him return just in time for the roulette. There is nothing I like more than watching him get to work in the ring. It’s breathtaking. I want him to be able to see him make it to the main event. I want to see him have all his dream come true. Watching him in the main event of Night of the immortals going against the dragon?”
Dean traces his bottom lip with his thumb.
“Mmm, yeah, I want that.”
Dean laughs.
“Though… I do admit there is a part of me that would like to put sweetheart through his paces on this biggest show of the year. It’s been a while since I tangled with the dragon. I think I could put him on his back and take back the belt. I’ll admit the idea has been at the back of my head since watching him lick Bae’s love off his belt. Just to play. It’s been so long since we really got to play, don’t you think, sweetheart?”
Dean licked his teeth.
“But that decision can be decided once it is just the three of us left in the ring. Once it is just family in the ring we can see who is worthy to go from there. But we will decide who is the strongest. I will not betray my family. They are what matters to me. I love my family. I will not gift them a free victory but I will make sure it goes to the right person.”
Dean smiles.
“Because I am dedicated. I am motivated. Nothing means more to me then my family. There are many I don’t think are deserving of making it to the main event of Night of the Immortals.”
Dean brushes a finger over a scar on his wrist.
“But I will get to them in time.”
The red light goes out leaving the room dark before the feed dies.
Well howdy there pardner.