Post by Warren Harper on Mar 12, 2020 21:16:43 GMT
“My eyes should be on the prize. I want to be world champion, make no mistake. I fucking want that. I wouldn’t mind getting to main event Night of the Immortals either if I’m honest. It’s practically the one dream I think I’ve had since I was a kid that hasn’t changed.
There was a time I wanted to have the whole married, family kids’ thing. I wanted to be a comic book artist once, can’t draw for shite but I wanted it. But World Champion? From the moment I was a kid watching wrestling on Tv I knew I wanted that. Even before I knew who my Dad was. Even before I got into training. I wanted to be a world champion.
I wanted more than anything to be the kind of guy who got to be on posters. I wanted to be the youngest champion at one point but that boat passed. Still…one of the younger ones so counts. I want to make that dream become a reality. I want a chance to get the gold and be the one of a kind champion I always dreamed I could be.
Overall, that’s where my head is at.
Except…” Warren takes a shaky breath. “My hearts a little more angry.”
There was a time I wanted to have the whole married, family kids’ thing. I wanted to be a comic book artist once, can’t draw for shite but I wanted it. But World Champion? From the moment I was a kid watching wrestling on Tv I knew I wanted that. Even before I knew who my Dad was. Even before I got into training. I wanted to be a world champion.
I wanted more than anything to be the kind of guy who got to be on posters. I wanted to be the youngest champion at one point but that boat passed. Still…one of the younger ones so counts. I want to make that dream become a reality. I want a chance to get the gold and be the one of a kind champion I always dreamed I could be.
Overall, that’s where my head is at.
Except…” Warren takes a shaky breath. “My hearts a little more angry.”
He had debated not coming. Resisting the call. But here he was. He was not expecting the room to be so quiet, so barren. The way the machines beeped and the sound of his breathing seemed to boom in the room.
“Hey…” Warren says quietly as he sits down next to the bed, reaching out and touching Dean’s hand, awkwardly trying to give comfort. “They say you can sometimes help by talking. I’m not really sure what I can talk about...”
Warren sighs, “I wish you were awake.”
“I am so fucking pissed at you. You’ve survived matches and condition no one else has. And you are bedridden. You and your stupid martyr complex. You honestly thought Caleb deserve to kill you, didn’t you? You honestly thought that would make you even? That it would end whatever bad blood pushed you out of The Pack?”
“I want to scream at you. You have a son. A child who already lost his mom and you were going to go out in that ring and put your fucking life in danger because you thought you had to. You were out! You have to have enough money to retire on, don’t you? What the fuck were you thinking?”
“Caleb didn’t need that match. I…” Warren closes his eyes. “I should never have pushed you into it. If I hadn’t you’d still be …”
“Would you tell me to stop? Like, if I loved you I’d stop?”
Warren shook his head, “Is this how I felt about Spike dying? You’d be the only person who’d know I guess...”
“You don’t get to leave me here alone, okay? You don’t get to worm yourself into my heart and just disappear into the ether. I’ve tried not thinking about you. I’ve tried avoiding you. I’ve tried being mad at you. I can’t stop thinking about you.” Warren took Dean’s hand and put it on his own chest, “If you wake up we’re going to give this a try again. No bullshit. No Games. No add-ons. Just us. Think you’d be okay with that?”
Maybe he imagined it, but the heart hate machine seemed to go a little faster.
“No, no… Anger doesn’t begin to cover it.
After everything… After everything I thought we were done. I thought you and me were finished, Caleb. I did not want to have any ill feelings towards you again. I wanted all this set aside and everything finished. I once called you brother. All I wanted was to put the issues we had in the past.
I know our match was just about getting to Dean. I out him in your path, and that is something I am going to have to live with the guilt of every moment he doesn’t wake up.
I thought that you were going after Dean for what he did to you. I thought it was going to be payback for putting you on the bench for a couple fucking months. But I saw that match. I saw what you did.
You are never going to let The Pack go are you?
Even with Rowan no where to be found her claws are sunk so deep into you, aren’t they? I thought this was a moment of pride, of your ego. But it never was. This was about being her right hand wasn’t it? Dean left and she promised pain.
God damn it Caleb.
You could have been different. You could have left it all behind. I did. Dean was… trying, I think.
Why are you doubling down to be her weapon against this company? The Pack was disbanded. Stop, just fucking stop.
I never wanted this. I never wanted to stand in your way.
But if Dean was the appetizer? I have to.
This company is my home. All the pain and devastation that The Pack… That We… did to it? It has to stop, Caleb. Rowan is gone. You don’t need to keep doing this anymore. You don’t have to keep hurting people to please her. I know they hurt you but stop it, please.
All this…
Everything. Not just Dean but all of it. Doesn’t it hurt you? It hurts me. It tortures me inside. Can you honestly be okay with this? I can’t. I’m not sure how I ever war.
Thinking about all the innocent people who have suffered from her stubbornness and pride. And you are allowing this to continue.
I’m sorry Caleb.
But it has to stop. As much as I want the belt I can’t let you get it either. I might not be Steve’s biggest fan but he doesn’t deserve what I know you want to bring down on him.
I’m Sorry.”
Well howdy there pardner.