Post by Dean Harper on Feb 28, 2023 23:33:00 GMT
There are huge shadows when you look at who has won the roulette before. Angel. Someone I've only ever heard of referred to in other people's promos. Ace. Andrew. Spike. Ethan fucking King. Angel again. Evan Albreach. JC Keeton.
Ace? Never faced him. He doesn't go here anymore. He's happily retired with wife and kids. Andrew? Retired. Spike? Dead. Ethan? Retired. Evan? Retired.
That's everyone. All in all. Other then someone I've never heard of, they at least got a bang. Some got a decent title reign in before leaving. Some fumbled the attempt and kept their career going for a little while longer. But all of them got have their moment. That moment that I bet tastes sweeter than anything in the world.
JC is my correct partner tag team wise. Ours is an alliance of course, but he understands what I want. Where I am going and what I am aiming for. He likely wouldn't mind getting his second pip but he knows that I will not hesitate if he gets in my fucking way.
I want that moment. I want to point to the sign and call my shot. I want everyone to look up at me and despair.
I've never won a roulette. I've said that a lot. I know. I might sound a bit like a broken record at this point. I know having not won it isn't special to me. It doesn't makes me special. Lots of people have never won the roulette.
I've beaten the men who've won this match. I've come in the last 10 a couple times. The last 3 a few more. But being the last man standing... That's escaped me. And I want to turn that around this year. If I do this then I think I can officially say I've done everything. There is one person whose won it multiple times.
And he's the current World champion. Angel. My father.
He does cast a long shadow. No matter what I try to do to make myself step out of his shadow, he's done it first. Twice.
But it's fine. No, see it's fine.
Because when I win this match I will take the belt home at the end of Night of the Immortals. And then the shadows won't matter. Then the shadows will back off. Then the voices will back off. Then nothing else matters. Then everything will be perfect.
I want this. I deserve this. I've worked hard for this.
The feeling of being an inch from greatness and to have just try again next year has killed people. There are people who have never recovered from not living up to their full potential.
There isn't a man on this rooster I don't think I couldn't toss out. Not a single one. I put my all into every single match I can. Every single one. You think I'm gonna be half ass-ing my way through this? No. This is and always has been my main goal.
Do you feel like you are doing your best? I hope you have been.
When I anyone in the ring come the roulette you won’t have to worry about if you've been keeping. I’m going to bury you. I’m going to break every FUCKING bone in your body and put you on the shelf permanently. Because I refuse to let anyone stand in my way when I can change everything with this win.
Gentlemen… this is the beginning of a new era.
Dean watched Damien sitting happily eating the Nutella and strawberry ice cream on a waffled. Dean watched as he kicked his legs happily eating his ice cream. The same flavor every time. On a waffle so they had to drive to this exact little Mexican ice cream place. The texture of the ice cream had to be exact.
"Why don't you have ice cream?" Damien asked.
"I don't like it."
"Why?"
"It's too sweet." Dean smiled.
"Warren is late."
"He is."
"Are you getting a divorce?" Damien looked at Dean, "Is he going to leave like Mommy?"
"Honey, no. No, of course not." Dean moved closer, "First of all, we've talked about this. Your mother never wanted to leave you, okay? She loved you more than anything."
"More than you?"
"Let's not get crazy." Dean poked Damien on the nose who smiled. "And you know that. You know she loved you."
"But she left."
"She died."
"Feels like the same thing."
"I know, buddy. And Warren isn't leaving either. We just had a very emotional conversation about a couple of things and he needed some space. But space doesn't mean he's leaving."
"Promise?" Damien asked.
"Promise." Dean kissed the top of his head.
"Does that mean I can get a little brother?"
Dean starred at him, "Why would you want a little brother?"
"Because Eddie doesn't come over to play as often and I get bored."
Dean rubbed his face trying to figure out how best to respond to this, "It wouldn't be a brother. I mean, we can't promise it will be a brother."
"I guess a sister would be okay." Damien shrugged.
Dean tried to calculate in his head how much adoptions cost. Tried to figure out of anyone would even agree to give a kid to someone like him. It seemed unlikely given his history but maybe...
"Sorry I'm late." Warren sat down in the pink metal chair between them. "Hey, kiddo, how was the doctor?"
"I have autism." Damien said casually.
"Yeah? Want to talk about it?"
"Nope." Damien ate another spoonful.
"We're gonna have a long talk later." Dean said softly.
"Bad talk?" Warren asked.
"No."
Ace? Never faced him. He doesn't go here anymore. He's happily retired with wife and kids. Andrew? Retired. Spike? Dead. Ethan? Retired. Evan? Retired.
That's everyone. All in all. Other then someone I've never heard of, they at least got a bang. Some got a decent title reign in before leaving. Some fumbled the attempt and kept their career going for a little while longer. But all of them got have their moment. That moment that I bet tastes sweeter than anything in the world.
JC is my correct partner tag team wise. Ours is an alliance of course, but he understands what I want. Where I am going and what I am aiming for. He likely wouldn't mind getting his second pip but he knows that I will not hesitate if he gets in my fucking way.
I want that moment. I want to point to the sign and call my shot. I want everyone to look up at me and despair.
I've never won a roulette. I've said that a lot. I know. I might sound a bit like a broken record at this point. I know having not won it isn't special to me. It doesn't makes me special. Lots of people have never won the roulette.
I've beaten the men who've won this match. I've come in the last 10 a couple times. The last 3 a few more. But being the last man standing... That's escaped me. And I want to turn that around this year. If I do this then I think I can officially say I've done everything. There is one person whose won it multiple times.
And he's the current World champion. Angel. My father.
He does cast a long shadow. No matter what I try to do to make myself step out of his shadow, he's done it first. Twice.
But it's fine. No, see it's fine.
Because when I win this match I will take the belt home at the end of Night of the Immortals. And then the shadows won't matter. Then the shadows will back off. Then the voices will back off. Then nothing else matters. Then everything will be perfect.
I want this. I deserve this. I've worked hard for this.
The feeling of being an inch from greatness and to have just try again next year has killed people. There are people who have never recovered from not living up to their full potential.
There isn't a man on this rooster I don't think I couldn't toss out. Not a single one. I put my all into every single match I can. Every single one. You think I'm gonna be half ass-ing my way through this? No. This is and always has been my main goal.
Do you feel like you are doing your best? I hope you have been.
When I anyone in the ring come the roulette you won’t have to worry about if you've been keeping. I’m going to bury you. I’m going to break every FUCKING bone in your body and put you on the shelf permanently. Because I refuse to let anyone stand in my way when I can change everything with this win.
Gentlemen… this is the beginning of a new era.
Dean watched Damien sitting happily eating the Nutella and strawberry ice cream on a waffled. Dean watched as he kicked his legs happily eating his ice cream. The same flavor every time. On a waffle so they had to drive to this exact little Mexican ice cream place. The texture of the ice cream had to be exact.
"Why don't you have ice cream?" Damien asked.
"I don't like it."
"Why?"
"It's too sweet." Dean smiled.
"Warren is late."
"He is."
"Are you getting a divorce?" Damien looked at Dean, "Is he going to leave like Mommy?"
"Honey, no. No, of course not." Dean moved closer, "First of all, we've talked about this. Your mother never wanted to leave you, okay? She loved you more than anything."
"More than you?"
"Let's not get crazy." Dean poked Damien on the nose who smiled. "And you know that. You know she loved you."
"But she left."
"She died."
"Feels like the same thing."
"I know, buddy. And Warren isn't leaving either. We just had a very emotional conversation about a couple of things and he needed some space. But space doesn't mean he's leaving."
"Promise?" Damien asked.
"Promise." Dean kissed the top of his head.
"Does that mean I can get a little brother?"
Dean starred at him, "Why would you want a little brother?"
"Because Eddie doesn't come over to play as often and I get bored."
Dean rubbed his face trying to figure out how best to respond to this, "It wouldn't be a brother. I mean, we can't promise it will be a brother."
"I guess a sister would be okay." Damien shrugged.
Dean tried to calculate in his head how much adoptions cost. Tried to figure out of anyone would even agree to give a kid to someone like him. It seemed unlikely given his history but maybe...
"Sorry I'm late." Warren sat down in the pink metal chair between them. "Hey, kiddo, how was the doctor?"
"I have autism." Damien said casually.
"Yeah? Want to talk about it?"
"Nope." Damien ate another spoonful.
"We're gonna have a long talk later." Dean said softly.
"Bad talk?" Warren asked.
"No."
Well howdy there pardner.