Post by Dean Harper on Mar 11, 2021 0:36:52 GMT
The camera comes on to Dean sitting on the altar of the burned-out husk of a church.
“The roulette season is my favorite time of year. I love the way everyone comes out of the shadows. Everyone gets to have their past sins brought forward and everyone puts aside the preface of pretending they are here for anyone else but themselves. There is only one person I would hesitate against in this match but he’d never ask that of me. Because I am dedicated to my father but even he would not ask it of me. I am motivated. Nothing means more to me than my family. There are many I don’t think are deserving of making it to the main event of Night of the Immortals but we will get to them in time.”
Dean hums a song for a moment.
“I could go through the men I have personally beaten and caused to tuck their tail and run from this company. I could remind you of all of the beatings with baseball bats. I could bring up the licking of human skulls. I could point to the men who faced me and never darkened the door of this company again. I could point out the family and loved ones we have grabbed and taught the wonders of pain.”
Dean shrugs.
“But you all know those well.”
Dean crosses his legs.
“I always admire the kind of man who isn’t afraid to name me. Makes a boy feel all tingly. I love when someone has the balls to call me out. It’s cute to think I’m talking about what I’ve done to try and make you fear me. I mean, you should.”
Dean laughs.
“But I tell you what I’ve done so you know who I am. So when you see me enter that ring you know nothing matters but trying to get rid of me. I’m the predator and you want to take me out so you can move onto easier prey.”
“You absolute fuck!” Warren was pissed, Dean had expected that sooner or later but he wouldn’t rise to the bait as Warren was pacing back and forth. “I had it in hand! I could have handled it on my own! I can’t believe you did this to me!”
“You have every right to be mad.”
“You’re damn right I do!”
“I know it’s not how you wanted to win. I just...I got impulsive.”
“Impulsive is buying a new car, Dean. What you did was fuck with my career, my legitimacy as champion. Jesus Christ.”
“I’ll make it up to you.”
“Before or after you get your title shot?” Warren snapped.
“I’m willing to give up my title shot if you want. Hell, if you want I can throw the roulette.”
“...I don’t want that.” Warren huffed. “You get why I’m mad, don’t you? You get why it was wrong, right?”
“You have a right to be angry.” Dean put his hands on Warren’s hips. “I was wrong. I wanted to make sure things worked for you. I’ll do whatever you want…”
“I’ll let James rematch me. It’s the right thing to do.”
“I know. I’m sorry.” Dean got down on his knees in front of Warren.
“I have every right to be livid.”
“Absolutely.” Dean agreed.
“When I saw the replay… My first, second, third, and fifth impulse was to scream at you.”
“What was the fourth?” Dean looked up at Warren who went red and looked away.
“You’re an ass.” Warren didn’t push him away but seemed to lean into Dean’s touch. “I...I guess someone would have done it if you hadn’t… but I don’t like it.”
“I am deeply sorry. Let me make it up to you,” Dean pushed Warren’s shirt up as he kissed his abs softly.
“I’m...still mad.”
“Of course.”
“And that’s the way it should be.”
Dean winks.
“This is the one event every year where we really get to put the lesser and the losers under boot. Everyone embraces the dark side of themselves they spend the rest of the year pretending doesn’t exist.”
Dean pulls the camera close.
“But we all know who the prey is, don’t we? We all know who doesn’t stand a fucking chance of winning this. The jokes and the failures. The people who only appear back in singles so they can seem like someone you should cheer for. But we all know better, don’t we?”
Dean laughs.
“So let’s separate the sheep from the wolves. There’s no point in talking about the sheep. Let’s cull the herd together, shall we?”
Dean licks his teeth.
“Because the truth is hunger is what keeps you alive. Hunger to get to the top and destroy anyone who stands in your way is the only way to win this match. Soft words and kind feelings work for getting a title shot, sure. But winning the roulette? That only comes from not giving a single solitary fuck about holding back.”
Dean leans back.
“Embrace the animal and the beast. It’s the only way to get out alive. I know there are some… some who will cling together for hope it will make them safer. It won’t. Nothing protects you. It will only weaken you. Which… is honestly good for me.”
Dean hums softly.
“The unworthy. The weak. The ingrates and the prey don’t deserve to win. They don’t deserve to be in this company. There is no better time for a cleaning, is there? Forget safety. Forget friendship. Forget those silly morals and embrace notoriety.”
Dean uncrosses his legs.
“Or don’t. I certainly will. The roulette is one of the purest moments of the year. When the monster gets to have it’s day. So come at me with everything you’ve got, I’m hungry.”
“The roulette season is my favorite time of year. I love the way everyone comes out of the shadows. Everyone gets to have their past sins brought forward and everyone puts aside the preface of pretending they are here for anyone else but themselves. There is only one person I would hesitate against in this match but he’d never ask that of me. Because I am dedicated to my father but even he would not ask it of me. I am motivated. Nothing means more to me than my family. There are many I don’t think are deserving of making it to the main event of Night of the Immortals but we will get to them in time.”
Dean hums a song for a moment.
“I could go through the men I have personally beaten and caused to tuck their tail and run from this company. I could remind you of all of the beatings with baseball bats. I could bring up the licking of human skulls. I could point to the men who faced me and never darkened the door of this company again. I could point out the family and loved ones we have grabbed and taught the wonders of pain.”
Dean shrugs.
“But you all know those well.”
Dean crosses his legs.
“I always admire the kind of man who isn’t afraid to name me. Makes a boy feel all tingly. I love when someone has the balls to call me out. It’s cute to think I’m talking about what I’ve done to try and make you fear me. I mean, you should.”
Dean laughs.
“But I tell you what I’ve done so you know who I am. So when you see me enter that ring you know nothing matters but trying to get rid of me. I’m the predator and you want to take me out so you can move onto easier prey.”
“You absolute fuck!” Warren was pissed, Dean had expected that sooner or later but he wouldn’t rise to the bait as Warren was pacing back and forth. “I had it in hand! I could have handled it on my own! I can’t believe you did this to me!”
“You have every right to be mad.”
“You’re damn right I do!”
“I know it’s not how you wanted to win. I just...I got impulsive.”
“Impulsive is buying a new car, Dean. What you did was fuck with my career, my legitimacy as champion. Jesus Christ.”
“I’ll make it up to you.”
“Before or after you get your title shot?” Warren snapped.
“I’m willing to give up my title shot if you want. Hell, if you want I can throw the roulette.”
“...I don’t want that.” Warren huffed. “You get why I’m mad, don’t you? You get why it was wrong, right?”
“You have a right to be angry.” Dean put his hands on Warren’s hips. “I was wrong. I wanted to make sure things worked for you. I’ll do whatever you want…”
“I’ll let James rematch me. It’s the right thing to do.”
“I know. I’m sorry.” Dean got down on his knees in front of Warren.
“I have every right to be livid.”
“Absolutely.” Dean agreed.
“When I saw the replay… My first, second, third, and fifth impulse was to scream at you.”
“What was the fourth?” Dean looked up at Warren who went red and looked away.
“You’re an ass.” Warren didn’t push him away but seemed to lean into Dean’s touch. “I...I guess someone would have done it if you hadn’t… but I don’t like it.”
“I am deeply sorry. Let me make it up to you,” Dean pushed Warren’s shirt up as he kissed his abs softly.
“I’m...still mad.”
“Of course.”
“And that’s the way it should be.”
Dean winks.
“This is the one event every year where we really get to put the lesser and the losers under boot. Everyone embraces the dark side of themselves they spend the rest of the year pretending doesn’t exist.”
Dean pulls the camera close.
“But we all know who the prey is, don’t we? We all know who doesn’t stand a fucking chance of winning this. The jokes and the failures. The people who only appear back in singles so they can seem like someone you should cheer for. But we all know better, don’t we?”
Dean laughs.
“So let’s separate the sheep from the wolves. There’s no point in talking about the sheep. Let’s cull the herd together, shall we?”
Dean licks his teeth.
“Because the truth is hunger is what keeps you alive. Hunger to get to the top and destroy anyone who stands in your way is the only way to win this match. Soft words and kind feelings work for getting a title shot, sure. But winning the roulette? That only comes from not giving a single solitary fuck about holding back.”
Dean leans back.
“Embrace the animal and the beast. It’s the only way to get out alive. I know there are some… some who will cling together for hope it will make them safer. It won’t. Nothing protects you. It will only weaken you. Which… is honestly good for me.”
Dean hums softly.
“The unworthy. The weak. The ingrates and the prey don’t deserve to win. They don’t deserve to be in this company. There is no better time for a cleaning, is there? Forget safety. Forget friendship. Forget those silly morals and embrace notoriety.”
Dean uncrosses his legs.
“Or don’t. I certainly will. The roulette is one of the purest moments of the year. When the monster gets to have it’s day. So come at me with everything you’ve got, I’m hungry.”
Well howdy there pardner.